We have some Dutch friends Karen and Kas (pronounced case ) who grow a couple acres of strawberries and do self pick which works very well. Being Dutch the crop is very clean but a couple of weeks before harvest they need help as straw has to be placed between the row to protect the berries. I realized after helping to distribute 5 tons of straw with a pitchfork why they are called straw berries. Last year my 2 eldest helped but as one of them is in Lille cat minding and writing a thesis I felt obliged to keep the other one company.
It’s a very sexist job as it is the men who put out the straw and the women who crawl on hands and knees putting the straw under the plants. When there is a group of us working there is a blend of languages English/French/Dutch being spoken. They should have a good year as the rain came at the right time after nearly 2 months of sun and berries are swelling. They aren’t registered as Bio (organic) but they don’t treat or use chemicals – they rotate the land and it’s in grass for 2 years and the only thing is the straw is from a conventional farm, but they taste really good!
Our town band has at last sorted out the problem of the old drummer versus the young one. After the last repetition where the old guy just slagged off Kevin [16yr] and he resigned it was decided to call an AGM extraordinaire and have Luc the old drummer excluded (chucked out) for his outrageous bad behavior. This is good news as no one seems to like him and he never contributes to the aperitif after rehearsal.]]>