Apple & Pear Picking

It’s getting rather chilly here in the West Midlands. I couldn’t sleep that night when Storm Ophelia was sweeping passed by. She was a fierce one. Heard that the weather is going to be even more intense across the UK this weekend? Stay safe everyone.

Anyway, when my grandparents were still here, we took them around the countryside, in hope to find any fruit farms with apples or pears available for a picking (since we believe the season hasn’t ended yet). Truth be told, we’ve been to several in Stafforshire district, but sadly, there were none that actually have a lot of apple or pear left to pick.

Until last Sunday, we were on our way to Bristol and Dad told me to Google for fruit farms in Gloucester – he heard there are few farms there. And so I did. I found a fruit farm called “Hayles Fruit Farm” and Dad set the navigator to its address.

It was a huge farm, with its own Tea Room on the site, and we were so lucky that the owner said there were still a lot of apples and pears to pick. She gave Dad few white plastic bags and all of us began our five minutes journey to the apple trees (it was a short walk).

I was too busy taking pictures (the last person at the back), but my parents told me that this cute dog was the one that led them the way to the apple trees. And when I got there, I was greeted by he/she (exactly like in the picture). How cute.

I captured this moment when my Tok Wan told this cute dog to sit and him/her obeyed. What a well-behaved little one.

That moment when you just wanted to have a photoshoot with the apple tree and you hit your head on the branch. The Mickey Mouse on my shirt was my alter ego at that time – trying not to laugh at the clumsy me.

I’m the photographer in the family, so most of the time I had to depend on my family members if I want pictures of myself too. I’d have to set everything up before handing my camera to them, but my sister is the best at handling my DSLR nowadays. Thank you Iba, you’ve learnt well!

After we’re done picking apples, my parents and grandparents made their way back to the shop. I was still hanging around, still taking pictures, so my sister and I made our way back a little later. Suddenly, Mum called us and asked if there were pear trees next to the apple trees section. We were already half way back to the shop, so I made a U-turn, had to pass all the rows of apple trees until I saw pears dangling of a tree!

I literally shouted “I’ve found the pear trees!” Haha.

What a glorious view.

We’re allowed to eat the fruits, but of course we had to wash/wipe them clean first.

I’m pretty sure we’ve picked more than 20 (of each) apples and pears. I forgot to ask my parents how much they’ve paid for them but I don’t think it’s more than £10 for all the bags.

What a great time we’ve had. Pretty sure I’m going to come back to this amazing farm again in the future. Most importantly, my grandparents were happy as well. Alhamdulillah.

Oh yeah, the apples were sweet with a nice sour taste, but so crunchy! And the pears were so soft and sweet! The loveliest thing was they were all fresh from the farm, handpicked by the family. ^^

Outfit details:
+ Mickey Mouse top; Primark
+ Blazer; New Look (a birthday present from my siblings)
+ Black tapered pants; Bershka
+ Shoes; a white Converse

Thank you for reading this post!
May you have happy thoughts always,
Ain