What people say.

I swap the beetroot every week and the page tells me what I am getting instead before I order. Rhys leaves it in the porch on a Tuesday and takes the old box back. Twenty-one pounds and I do not go near the supermarket veg aisle any more.

Order by text at half three, it is on the back step at seven. When tomatoes went silly in March Carol rang to say so before she bought them. Six years with them and one wrong order, credited the same morning.

I buy two potatoes, an onion and whatever is in the pound bowl, and nobody has ever made me feel it is not worth their while. The leeks in winter are the best I have had since my father's allotment.

Christmas box collected on the 23rd, name on the bag, out in two minutes while the queue for the butcher went round the corner. The sprout stalk got a round of applause from the children for reasons I cannot explain.

Sent a basket to my mother on the ward at the Princess of Wales and she loved it. Four stars only because the Garw valley gets one round a week, on a Friday, so a Monday order waits. They told me that before I paid, to be fair.

Llangynwyd eggs with yolks the colour of a satsuma, and the heather honey in September before it runs out. I take the trays back and they go back up the hill. That is how a shop should be.