A lorry driver arrived with some hardcore. He told me that he used to get his petrol from the farm opposite ours (they still have the old pump outside their house). He was born and raised and still lives in a nearby village. He has worked on all the neighbouring farms, first as a Brussels sprout picker and then on the harvesters and other machinery. Eventually he became a lorry driver.

He confirmed what I had heard that the fields around this village grew large amounts of Brussels. Or,as he said, “you couldn’t move for Brussels round here!” None are grown here now. Well, except in our garden!