Tam tells a spirited tale to coincide with the first day of the Chelsea Flower Show in London (and the second day of the London Wine Fair).
Falls Farm, tucked off a lane in the middle of picturesquely beautiful rural Northamptonshire, has an unusual smell. The rich aroma of manure is not unexpected, as you park beneath neatly stacked hay bales and within nostril-flaring distance of beef cattle pens and pastures. But it’s the higher, sweeter, spicy smell, so familiar and yet so strange, swirling through whiffs of cow barn, which stops you in your tracks. It’s the...