When we turn 21, it’s all about dancing, drinking and drunken pashes. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.
But when you’re 25? Well at that stage, hangovers are like death warmed up and the boys are never quite as cute as you remember the following day.
For my dear friend Lucy’s 25th birthday last weekend, she decided to go blueberry picking at a local winery. Yes, you read right – blueberry picking. And you can bet your bottom dollar I was damn well excited about it because that, my friends, is my idea of a good day out.
I love country adventures. After spending three years getting grubby in the big smoke, I’m all about the crystal clear air, the rolling green hills and having a backyard bigger than my left thumb.
Despite trying to drag them down for long weekends, the majority of my city-dwelling friends don’t quite understand the magic that overcomes you on a visit to the countryside, which is unfortunate for both them and their lungs. I get the country isn’t really the ‘place to be’ when you’re in your roaring 20s, taking on the world one corporate job at a time, and there are moments I really miss it myself; especially that electricity you feel in the air just after 5pm knock-off on warm Fridays night when everyone still dressed in their suits and heels kicks back and unwinds at rooftop bars and riverside restaurants…and I’m getting off track here. What I’m trying to say is that while it may be a little more cruisy, quiet and quaint, the country still has plenty to offer a Gen Y with itchy feet and a sense of adventure. Maybe I’ll reveal a few more of them for you down the beaten, grassy track, but for now…
It’s almost a competition; a challenge to reach the biggest, juiciest berries and claim them for your own taste buds before anyone else can get their slightly damp and grubby hands on them. At only $10 a kilo and 100% organic (those alternative city folk love their pesticide-free fruits don’t they?) it was better than Boxing Day sales. It was almost disappointing for my picking partner and I to reach our pre-determined 2.5kg limit because it became our obsession. As soon as you picked what you considered the champion berry, you saw an even better one out of the corner of your eye and had to have that one too. Combine this wild fun with chatter and chuckles amongst pals, followed by brunch, hot coffee and a belly full of berries, it truly was the perfect Sunday morning.
I took along my trusty Olympus E620, which hasn’t seen the light of day for longer than I’d like to admit, and it felt like catching up with an old friend, snapping away and getting in everyone’s faces. (They loved it.) So instead of garbling away any further, I’ll leave you with the some of the shots I took featuring the lovely birthday girl, Lucy, and her equally lovely and very appropriately dressed for the occasion boyfriend, Steve. And Olivia, who ate her own body weight in berries and left none for the bucket.
And if you’d like to taste some of that blueberry bliss for yourself, I have a kilo of them in my freezer. Drop by anytime.