In the annals of history, there have been many famous battles, many celebrated victors. Few indeed were as grimly fought as on the fields of Fernwood Farm, nor their heroes so unsung. On this weekend beneath a slate grey sky, one man stood alone and said “No! You Shall Not Grow!” to the rising tide of weeds. One man saved the strawberry plants and rescued the onions from the inexorable onslaught of untamed wilderness. One man stepped forward to answer the cries of the smothered peas and wielding nothing but a 29cc mini-cultivator, turned the battle by force of his will.

I might be many things, but a weed isn’t one of them. I am that one man.