As has become tradition in our family, we headed out to Klondyke Cherry Farm on the other side of Ceres in December, to go cherry picking in the orchards. (Here is a link to a previous blogpost about cherry picking.)
This year, our friends L and V, with Little N, drove out with us. We arrived shortly after the gates opened at 8h30, and quickly found ourselves a spot at one of the picnic tables under the pine trees. Once hubby had gotten the gas stove going, it didn’t take long for the irresistible aroma of frying bacon, scrambled eggs, juicy tomatoes and springbok sausage to waft all over the picnic site. We’d come prepared! After a 2-and-a-half-hours long drive, we were ravenous!
And then it was off to the orchards to pick those juicy, ripe and sweet cherries!
Oh lord, they sure were, Paprika. The last ones are due to disappear with tonight’s after-supper pudding. A sigh of longing…