Already dreams of these
These strawberries were exactly as good as they looked. I normally do not like eating strawberries plain, but I could not turn my backs on these small, perky, fire engine red sweeties. There were loads of sellers on Portobello Road selling them, and they made sure to point out that their fruits were grown in England.
I meant to save the strawberries for home, but later that day, I made an impromptu picnic of them with a sandwich I picked up at Hyde Park. It was sublime.
