Sally Cunningham
Most of you will have had the feeling of satisfaction which comes from proudly contemplating a well-stocked autumn pantry in which you’ve grown almost all of it – onions in neat ropes, a sack of spuds and pumpkins stacked below shelves of glistening jars of jam, pickles and chutney. More in the freezer, while outside parsnips, cabbage and leeks grow on as the days shorten. You might well think, I can’t get much more self-sufficient, especially if there’s a trio of chooks clucking round the back yard.