Rows of cherry trees
Cherries on the branch
I couldn't wait to get out in the fields and start picking. I must admit to my love affair with cherries which is unfortunately short and platonic, and happens only during December and January when cherries are in season and discounts are usually available. When not in season, cherries can sell up to $19 per kg. We were ferried into the orchard by a bus provided by the place, and we were loosed into the fields. At first, I struggled to pull the stems away from the branch. Each time I pull, the motion swings the branches and ripe cherries (yum!) drop off the branches onto the ground which seemed like a waste of good cherries. After a while, I got the hang of it, twisting the stems till they detach from the branch. While picking, Gaz and I stuffed cherries into our mouths, dripping purple juices down our mouths and shirts. The cherries were very juicy and sweet.
A variety of cherries - the pale red ones which are sweeter
We picked for about an hour and could have picked more but as we went quite late, the orchard was approaching closing time and we had to get onto the last bus back to the centre. It was a terrific experience, and I would probably go back a couple of times, only during cloudy weather!
Our haul
Raspberries
Raspberries up close
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