I spent ages 7 to 10 living on a farm near Toronto. The front half grew wheat, the back was woodland with a stream running through it. A very cold stream, the winter I fell in it. There is nothing quite like a half mile trudge with ice water in your wellies.

We had a modest vegetable garden, the best part of which was the corn. From the moment it is picked the sugar turns to starch. By the time you buy corn in the grocery store, it is 2 to 3 days old. Corn on the cob is at its best if it goes in boiling water within 5 minutes of cutting down.

Definitely the best place I ever lived other than mountains. And the best foster parents I ever had, by a country mile.

Trust me, I'm a doctor.