It’s that time of year again, the strawberry beds offer up the odd lusciously red but sad, sour, berry. The courgettes are having a final spurt. The tomatoes, apart from the odd couple of plants [more…]
I lived for the first seven years of my life in a hamlet on the western fringe of Salisbury Plain. At about six hundred and sixty feet above sea level it was a fairly bleak [more…]
I was born in 1945, the war had just ended, the world was a very different place then. As a child food was one of my primary concerns, it was difficult to find enough fuel [more…]
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