Strawberry season

We used to pick strawberries lots as children. It is only now I realise what a good occupation it was; entertainment, child labour and free (healthy) snacking, well worth the slight premium one pays for the privilege. I'd forgotten how lovely the air smells and the warm stuffiness of poly tunnels.

The strawberries seem sweet and redder than their previously picked cousins. The fruit sitting next to me seems to be worried it might be squashed in toddlers hands but no, I will make something special. A cheesecake. Yes, I haven't done that for ages.