Once upon a time a princess planted 3 tiny strawberry plants in her garden.
carefully planted in the newly created bed
They began to grow. Then, despite being guarded by a beady eyed and brave fox, they were eaten down to the quick by saucy young rabbits who were very numerous throughout that kingdom. Over the summer one of the plants recovered and produced 2 strawberries 
Many years later (well, 3), many self planted runners later, this is how they looked:
a wild and mysterious forest had grown up around the fox
Rosemary and lovage were shunted to the side, still doing well at the edge of the forest (one of those stray potatoes growing among them too). And what a royal harvest there was! Big bountiful bowls for all the family several times a week 
with soya cream
with a cherry on top
a strawberry from this magical garden was even purple-ised and put on a t-shirt…
purple strawberry tank top
the frog prince
Frogbert called from beside the pond, “I’ve found the golden ball that you dropped in here some time ago!”, but nobody heard as they were all too busy with their strawberry obsession 
There is even a strawberry Lucy now
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What a beautiful story! But I’m worried about poor, neglected Frogbert…
And how appropriate that they should have named a strawberry after you!
They look delicious!
I think it is only a potato that I share a name with
Charlotte has a potato too
I know, poor Frogbert. That is actually an old picture of him too – his crown has now gone rusty
I will go down and repaint it soon 
What lovely strawberries. Just like the ones I pick out of a field every summer. Is Scotland a suitable climate for growing strawberries commercially?
Yes, we live near a strawberry farm and they are quite common – tough little thing strawbs, so low to the ground too that wind doesn’t bother them.