David Robbins: Can you dig this? I want to be a farmer because it's so cool
I have spent the past several weeks wandering around an unknown land to which I had no map and whose language I did not speak. The borders of this strange country are marked with signs that read: Agricultural Land For Sale.
Yes, I have decided to join the landed classes. In a small way, mind: I'm in the market for a bijou plot of no more than five acres.
The purchase of a smallholding such as this would, you might think, be a simple process. Internet search, visit to farmer, spit on hand, shake. Deal done.