At the fruit farm

This morning I went to a fruit farm to pick gooseberries. We grew lots of fruit when I was a child and I always loved the gooseberry jam that my mum made.

I picked enough for a batch of jam but they weren't ripe enough for eating raw.

There was a wheat field next to the fruit and I thought that the wild flowers looked lovely.

F came over to watch the match. England did well to win but I do hate the booing from the fans. Booing in the German national anthem was so disrespectful.

After the match we had a meal before he went home.