Montrose Berry Farm – Hotly Spiced

When I was growing up in New Zealand every time it was berry season my parents would drive us a short distance to where the berry farms were located. We’d look for signs saying, ‘Pick Your Own’ and we’d turn into those driveways and spend a few hours filling buckets with raspberries, blackberries, loganberries and my favourite, boysenberries. It was a day I loved and certainly, with ruby-red stains around your mouth it was obvious you ate about as many as you collected.

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