The joy of harvesting

Last week I went to a wood (with the landowner's permission) and cut some holly which I hope may last until Christmas. The weather this year, whilst difficult for water companies, has produced fantastic berries and the holly looks better than it has looked for many years.

Too many people in our country never experience the pleasures of picking fruit or growing food for their own tables. There is something quite special and immensely satisfying about it. Maybe some of our current societal difficulties stem from many never having been asked to husband any crops - it inculcates a certain type of responsibility which one doesn't get from buying food in shrink wrapped plastic in a supermarket.