I remember spending many summers visiting 'Pick Your Own' farms when I was young; clutching a punnet, being taught what to look for, frantically running away from bees, pricking my fingers on sharp spikes of some of the plants (those naughty gooseberries are particularly bad for this), searching for those perfectly plump fruits.. And more often than not, shoving the juiciest ones into my mouth before they even reach the basket. But shh, don't tell anyone that.

After scouring the fields for the fattest, richest red ones, I paid for my heaving punnet and headed on over to Westonbirt for a picnic in the Arboretum. With the sun beaming; pure bliss.
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