Everybody said so. Everybody said how lucky they’d been, what with this view, and the pond, and the air and the trees. Even the earth they were lucky with, apparently; the black soil that grew things either very big or very small. The farm had belonged to a German couple and they’d sold the house...
Mrs Sandringham sat in the back of the motor car like the queen, weeping and excited. ‘But I know you, Dr Markham. You’ll just eat baked potatoes, or you’ll cook up that horrid pot of yours.’ ‘I’ll be perfectly fine. Besides, baked potatoes and my horrid pots got me through medical school very ni...