In Belarus, my grandma had a small holding and a vegetable garden. All the family members often met up at grandma’s house to help her with the digging and harvesting. When the work was done we’d sit down to have drinks and eat together. It was just a normal, traditional thing for families to do.
When I first came to England I lived in a rented house with a small garden. I was looking for some home comforts so I started growing just a few strawberry plants, and other things that didn’t need much space or my time. But it never felt the same and I really wanted my own piece of land.