Sue thrusts both hands deep into the rich, dark, soil, grabs a fistful and lets it trickle through her fingers. “Look at this, just look. This is an antidepressant, a natural antidepressant.”
Around her in the polytunnel, tomato plants bend with the weight of their produce, and seed trays freshly planted with winter salad are spread out over wooden trestles: the product of her morning’s work.
