strawberry picking

Time (for strawberry picking)

Time (for strawberry picking)

Time passes, seasons change and the boys grow older, taller and louder by the minute (and the decibel), but one thing seems to remain consistent ... their love of strawberry picking. Last year, we spent at least a couple of mornings a week, between June and August, at our local farm selecting the reddest and ripest of the plentiful crop. It's serious business when you're two and four and determined to have a punnet full better than your brother's (check out the levels of concentration and the sneaky looks at each other's haul in this post - Jam-tastic).

Jam-tastic: the picking

Jam-tastic: the picking

I don't know about you, but we are massively looking forward to the return of the Great British Bake Off on our screens tonight. My eldest little dude is quite possibly Mary Berry's biggest fan, an obsession that I'm quite happy to flame by letting him stay up late each Wednesday if there's a chance of it leading to a future of perfectly prepared cakes for me to simply sit back and enjoy.