Henri is Italian and always wears a big smile. I walk past his plot on the way to mine and find myself smiling even before I reach it when I see his 50 year old bike propped up against the shed. After a lovely chat last week while picking his gooseberries and blackcurrants I commented to Henri that if my plot was next to his I’d never get anything done; “we’d spend too much time chatting’’. He smiled and replied ‘’talking’s good. We’re not here for very long, life is short … I don’t know why people can’t be happy. Be happy, live long’’.