Grow your own by all means, but don’t dream that self-sufficiency is the answer | Corinna Hawkes

When I lived in the French countryside, I started a vegetable garden. The farmer next door came round with his huge tractor and ploughed up a plot on the sloping field in front our house. I lugged the soil around to take what had inevitably ended up at the bottom to the top, stopping only on doctor’s orders (I was pregnant at the time).

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