There is nothing that conjures up the taste of summer, especially spread on a hot toasted crumpet in the depths of winter, like homemade strawberry jam.
I remember picking strawberries from local fruit farms as a child back home in North Wales with my mum and brother.
I’m keen to create such memories for my daughter, Freya.
This weekend was such a time.
Our destination was Bentley Grange Farm, a couple of miles away.
The strawberries, not grown on the floor but off waist-high tables, were sweet, delicious and bountiful.
We quickly half filled 3 small buckets ( I had learnt on many previous occasions that buckets filled to the top means many squished strawberries!) and headed back home to make jam.
I also made these delicious deconstructed cheese cake deserts, recipe and photo by Kate’s creative space
Mine didn’t hang around long enough to take (remember to take) a photo!
Love, Lucie xx