Feeding soul from the soil up

The sand was crunchy under our toes, baked by the endless hot sun, crispy layers breaking away as we walked, like shards of beautifully crisp pastry. We’re picnicking at the beach; it’s been a week of suncream, hats and hosing (plants and children!) As ever our interactions begin with a weather based remark; we chat about this unbelievable heat, everyon…