Saturday would have been my father's 81st birthday. Since it was a glorious day I decided to celebrate it and him by heading back to the Essex marshes.( Essex, Illustrated )
On Sunday I picked up ladymoonray in Nutfield, the station that dares not speak its name (there is just a prolonged pause in most on-train announcements) and we went to Priory Farm to have lunch, purchase green stuff not-to-eat, and pick raspberries.
Of course if you eat too much at a Pick Your Own you turn into it.
Luckily she was sufficiently recovered to swig spoon-feed herself home-made raspberry daiquiri on the patio ...