When I was young I attended Fisherton Bible Camp. While I could regale you with many a camp memory, what has recently come to mind is the trek to the beach from our original location when I was really young. We would all gather our suits & towels & meet at the north east corner of the camp to make our way to the beach together. We walked through this field & then a parking lot, picnic area & end up at an “only popular with the locals” public beach. I’m certain this process was a bit of a nightmare for the leaders who were responsible for us in this rather uncontrolled environment. Some kids would run toward the beach like bees to honey while others meandered through the field exploring. We would look for creatures & wild flowers & the experienced camper would look for wild strawberries. They were just tiny little strawberries but they tasted so pure!
I tell you this because I tasted that taste here. You see, you can buy strawberries at Soriana – big, red, “perfect” strawberries that frankly look like they are shipped from Safeway. Or you can buy strawberries on the street – as you walk down the sidewalk or stop at an intersection (right to your drivers window!). I have discovered this lady downtown who has the most flavourful berries I’ve had in a long time. As good as picking them yourself without the work!
I tell you this because I tasted that taste here. You see, you can buy strawberries at Soriana – big, red, “perfect” strawberries that frankly look like they are shipped from Safeway. Or you can buy strawberries on the street – as you walk down the sidewalk or stop at an intersection (right to your drivers window!). I have discovered this lady downtown who has the most flavourful berries I’ve had in a long time. As good as picking them yourself without the work!
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