I came to live on the farm by a string of coincidences. A town girl, I had no idea about pruning, crop rotation or tractors. I was scared of chickens, sheep and cows. Oh, and I didn’t speak much of the language, being Czech. But plans are made and life goes on. So here I am, an English farmer’s wife with a pair of wellies in the cupboard and a pair of secateurs in my work coat pocket.