The Good Life

Three years ago a married couple I know back home in Northern Ireland moved house. They swapped their maisonette for an old, charming semi-detached with a long, overgrown back garden. Since then they have renovated the house and transformed the jungle out back into a pretty, flower-filled plot with vegetable beds. They recently dug up their recent batch of new potatoes: beautiful, golden nuggets of nature’s goodness which, so I’m told, taste amazing. They have tried to harvest carrots with less success, however. They came out not as straight, fat veggies, but as corkscrewed, little piglet’s tails. Continue reading