Ever read any Heidi or Anne of Green Gables books? That’s what picking strawberries at the Sorell Fruit Farm reminded me of.  Good, clean, fun. 19th Century style.  It’s safe to say Richard found me skipping through the fields a bit odd but hey, he was too busy stuffing berries down his gob he didn’t care!

Sorell Fruit Farm is a simple premise, and it’s delightful that they’ve kept it that way.  There isn’t any room for bubble-wrapped kids or OSH inspectors here. All you do is pay for a punnet, and then fill it up. What more do you need?

My favourite were the rows and rows of trees laden with black cherries.  Picked straight from the tree these are absolutely scrumptious.  There are also exotic berries that are definitely worth a try, Tayberries, Jostaberries, and one that would be great in a cake, or as a jus, Loganberries.  (The black raspberry type ones in the picture.)

There is fruit to be picked at this farm all year round, I’ll be back when nectarines are ripe in a few months. 

The Sorell Fruit Farm is on the road to Port Arthur, so we’ll stop and fill up a punnet on our way along the South-East Coast when Mum and Viv come to visit later in the year.  And we can go there with anyone else too……