THE FRUITS OF OUR LABOURS
When my wife, Carol, retired from her career as a teacher, she satisfied her life-long whim for land. Coming from an Aberdare tenement house in the Welsh valleys, a bit of open space of her own had always been her heart’s desire. The fact that the four acres of prime Herefordshire loam she bought at auction was host to 400 apple and pear trees was purely coincidental.
At the time I was still working as a full-time GP, but soon came to realise that, while she might shoulder the responsibility for picking, juicing and marketing the 2,500 bottles of bespoke apple and pear juice produced by
