Piggy went Pumpkin Picking.

Hello,

Halloween is fast approaching, and Autumn is in full swing here in Kent. We have been pumpkin picking for the last three years now, and it is fast becoming a family tradition. I know many people who are not big Halloween fans but in my household, Halloween is a fairly big date in the calendar.

Milebush Farm
Milebush Farm

In our household it is all about the pumpkins. By household I really mean me……Before having my little piggies, I had always just brought a pumpkin preferably from a farm shop, but I would buy one from a supermarket if I really had to. Until I took my eldest little pig for the first time, I didn’t even realised that pick your own pumpkins were a thing. The first year I took ‘P’, it was a miserable cold and rainy day. She cried the whole way round, and I ended up sticking her in the wheelbarrow with the pumpkins to get her round the field. The following year it was sunny and pumpkin picking was a much bigger success.

This year we tried a different farm. A smaller farm near Maidstone called Milebush Farm. It is a lovely quaint little place and very much a working farm. Farm machinery and chickens were scattered around, and a collection of wheelbarrows waited to be used for pumpkin harvesting. A scarecrow warned off of mistreating the pumpkins.

Scarecrow
Scarecrow

When there’s a wheelbarrow then it’s only fair that you hitch a lift, after all pumpkin picking is tiring.

Hitching a lift.
Hitching a lift.

In fact you might need to pause for some sustenance, farm work is hungry work.

Snack Time
Snack Time

When it came to paying, there were some unusual varieties that I could not resist from picking and so they too ended up in my wheelbarrow. Just look at the variety on show. So many squashes they looked so beautiful, and the colours were out of this world. I couldn’t resist a photo to show them off in all of their glory.

Squashes and Pumpkins
Squashes and Pumpkins

Once we arrived home I managed to get a snap of my collection. Now when you see them, I am already aware that I have a pumpkin problem so no judgement please.

Our collection
Our collection

Monday which is the day we went pumpkin picking, was also the day that the last vestiges of Hurricane Ophelia struck the UK. For us in Kent there were no signs initially other than a red sun in the sky looking rather eery.

Red Sun
Red Sun

Sensing that there would be a shift in the weather before long. I decided to drag the kids and the dog out on a quick walk to the woods. For ease I put my youngest in the sling when walking to the woods, but she was soon squirming to be released and once I put them down, the three of them were off in the woods. Giggling and stumbling and shouting for the pooch to slow down and wait for them.

Little piggies running through the woods.
Little piggies running through the woods.
Woodland leaf litter
Woodland leaf litter

My predictions were right and even as we walking through the woods the weather had begun to rapidly change. The sky had become formidable to say the least, and the trees had started to creak as the wind picked up. In the distance it looked like rain was threatening so we began to pick up the pace and head home. I even saw some fungi growing and they looked fairly unusual tucked under the roots of an old tree.

Woodland Fungi
Woodland Fungi
Woodland Fungi
Woodland Fungi

So that was our heavily autumnal themed day, and I predict that there will be a lot of pumpkin chutney and soup in my future. Hopefully it will go better than my Plum and Apple chutney that refused to set.

That is all for now.

Speak to you soon.

Wishing you well.

Stay At Home Piggy

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