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 ...