We are lucky in that the small village we now live in is full of avid amateur gardeners.  Something myself and Luke are gradually aspiring to.  Every Wednesday they meet at a local spot to socialise and trade their garden vegetables, herb seedlings, eggs, and freshly cut flowers.  A large bucket of bright lights spinach took up most of the table space today, so I grabbed myself a bunch.  Strawberry seedlings also went into my basket.

We had arrived quite early and I was sad to see no broad beans.  One of the sellers must have seen the disappointment on my face.  ”Don’t worry,” she said. ” The Rastafarians should arrive soon, and they always have broad beans.”  No other shopping experience compares.