This is where things slow down.

No rush, no urgency, just fresh air, a bit of space, and whatever needs doing on the day. Some days that’s planting, some days it’s weeding — a lot of weeding, actually — but there’s something oddly satisfying about it all.

You get to know the rhythm of it. What grows well, what doesn’t, and what’s likely to disappear overnight thanks to squirrels, badgers, or anything else that decides your crops look more appealing than theirs. Sweetcorn doesn’t stand much of a chance.

There’s a small wildflower area as well, mostly for the bees. It’s easy to lose a bit of time just standing there, watching them go about their business. No noise, no distraction, just a quiet moment that feels a long way from everything else.

And then there are the small wins.

Picking sprouts or digging up parsnips on Christmas morning, knowing they’ve come straight from the ground to the plate that same day. Simple, but hard to beat.

That’s what it’s all about.