In search for the freshest, most natural and organic produce for my family and my retleatlers next week, I’ve come across this lovely man on the other side of the island. Call him farmer. Call him down to earth. Call him back to basics. Call him real. Call him wonderful.

We got there when it started pouring down rain. Instead of a semi-expected little farm shop he rolled up with the wheelbarrow to lead us through muddy trails down to his fields and pick the greens and lemons straight from where they grew. Doesn’t get any fresher than this. When was the last time you tasted produce whose smell made your senses smile?