Third year we have come to the PYO pumpkins in Rochester, and as you’ll be able to tell by the photos – we may have took it a lot less serious this year. Sounded like were weren’t the only ones, because as we were paying a friend asked, in a jokey way of course, whether it’s actually necessary to have security. Yes, apparently they’ve had people throwing them at each other. Along with stealing them – come on! It’s for charity!
We weren’t doing that, God no, as you walk in there’s a big sign saying no kicking or dropping and if anyone knows me it’s that if there’s a rule, I respect it. To balance it out, social rules are very lax, I couldn’t care less about them.
So like I said, unlike past years, it was more about having a good ol’ time than finding the best and most interesting pumpkins. Each year I plan to make food from them, note to self: you are never going to make food from them. Maybe one year you’ll be the homemaker you day dream about, not today sister.
One friend bought £36 worth of pumpkins and squashes, solely for the purpose of eating them. Good on you mate, all I can say, also that you’re boyfriends stomach is a lot more satisfied than mine. I should have bought him some to cook for me. Alas! I spent a fiver.
Just as we reached these containers at the exit, where they’ve collected some pumpkins for you (and I managed to pick up the cute, small ones I wanted because I was too busy having fun to find them in the field) our group went through the ones in our wheel barrows. Most of ours were put back, or swapped for others because they have a big board of what each one taste like. The girl with 36 quids worth, yeah she just filled her wheel barrow up more. If you know her you’d just nod at this because you know what she’s like. We love her for it. She’s the best.
The second we got under the gazebo to pay the heavens had opened. One of my pumpkins to carve was slightly moulding, as the staff pointed out and said I could quickly go fetch another one. I took one look at the weather and thought nahhh, my boyfriend and I will just carve the same pumpkin.
We had to run to the car with the wheel barrow (didn’t actually have to run, with hindsight, but the rain was very heavy) and as we reached the car, the rain had gone and we noticed this rainbow.
Being adults can be wicked.