Nina Nixon


I'm Nina, a photographer, film maker and forever wanderer.  Passionate about nature, the great outdoors and all of life's adventures.  This is the place where I keep all my 'field notes'


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PYO  {pick your own} 'or' forage in a designated area (in exchange for payment) for your dinner.

The last time I went to a 'PYO' farm I was a small girl, probably around the age of my girls, roughly eight or nine and I remember coming home with a face and sundress smeared in for me, one for the punnet. 

We've always grown our own so have never had the need or urge to seek one out plus there is always a glut of one thing or another in our seasonal growing.  But with no garden at the moment that we can turn the soil over in and the allotment was handed back to the community when we moved, needs must.  

These days things are a lot more organised.  We found a lovely little place just up the road from us, with picnic benches for a cup of tea or some freshly made ice cream (with fruit from the farm) or if you couldn't wait to take your punnet or jewelled goodies home you could tuck in there and then with some locally made fresh cream.

We picked strawberries - well it was June!  Raspberries, loganberries and the girls helped the farmer dig some new potatoes up.  He dug, they scrabbled around in the soil searching for spuds.

From soil (or bush) to plate within an hour.  Nothing beats the taste experience - it's delicious.