A wonderful thing happened to me the other night. We were staggering back from eating a curry and we bumped into a neighbour who had just helped a friend remove a tray of honey from a hive in the churchyard. We crowded round to have a look and the friend let us all try a bit. I have never tasted anything like it. It was like tasting flower juice and butter all in one. I enquired whether he sold it, but he doesn’t, it’s just for family and friends. Imagine my surprise when he turned up on our doorstep with a little jar for Finn. I’m not sure I’ll ever eat commercial honey again. I plan to sell my soul to the honey man in return for this golden nectar.