A little early in the season for strawberry picking
but we drive to Kent anyway and turn off a country lane.
Long rows of raspberry canes with some fruit ready already. The strawberries were few and far between.
But the farmhouse had a charming tile roof
and families arrived in the correct color car.
The views --far and
near --were English indeed
as were the not-very-fierce dogs guarding the crops.
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