Linvilla Orchards

We were one of the last to leave the Orchard - simply because we were the only tourists among the sea of locals and we didn't have a car. Thankfully, our hired taxi was reliable and came to pick us up.

We are really city bumpkins:) The acres of land filled with apple bushes and pumpkin patch were jaw dropping for us. Once we entered the orchards, all our senses were tickled. The sight of kids and parents carting off wagons of apples, the sound of music and laughter coming from the playground and many competitions that were held that day - hula hoop, pie eating etc, the smell of deep fried churros and pizza was enough to make Sarah and Sammy sprint across the undulating land towards everything:)

It was a good day, a fantastic day in fact! And the icing on the cake - was the obscure row of raspberry bushes which we stumbled upon. Even though it was 'savaged' by pickers perhaps a few weeks ago, we had so much fun, stooping and nibbling at whatever was left. And like Sammy and Sarah pointed out accurately, "Mommy, we are like Sal! Blueberries for Sal!" 

I am sure Linvilla Orchards is a money spinning farm that is perhaps too commercial for its own good - but well, for city bumpkins like us - we lapped it all up.