To find her ring, Lin moved heaven and a lit­tle earth...

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Me and my hubby Dave, 69, were two Hugh Fearn­ley-whit­tingstall peas in a pod, al­ways arm-deep in our veg patch.

Car­rots, broad beans, spuds – you name it, we’ve grown it, and have even en­tered our bet­ter­look­ing ba­bies into lo­cal shows.

‘Well, how about that?!’ I gasped in July last year as the judge at the Ched­don Fitz­paine show an­nounced we’d won the Best In Show prize – a flower ar­range­ment with some of our veg.

We were chuffed. We may not have had a pump­kin the size of a small planet, but it was recog­ni­tion of the over­all qual­ity of our pro­duce.

Well, it was Dave’s patch re­ally. He’d spend a cou­ple of hours a day wa­ter­ing and weed­ing.

We met through friends and mar­ried in 1971. For my 40th, back in 1989, he bought me a beau­ti­ful gold ring with a heartshaped amethyst in the cen­tre. I adored it.

But come 2006, it was get­ting a lit­tle tight on my fin­ger.

After pop­ping it off with a lot of ef­fort, I sighed to Dave, ‘It doesn’t fit me any more. If I put it back on, I’ll never get it off again.’

So I de­cided to hand it down to my daugh­ter, Sarah, 25.

If I couldn’t wear it on my fin­ger, at least it would look pretty on hers!

A few months later, in Septem­ber, me and Dave jet­ted off to Por­tu­gal for some sea and sun.

While we were away, Sarah popped round to pinch some leeks from the gar­den. We had a bumper crop and were al­ways dish­ing them out.

When we ar­rived home the fol­low­ing week, Sarah was quick to visit.

‘I don’t know how to tell you this… ’ she said, sheep­ishly. ‘But I’ve lost the ring.’


‘That was re­ally spe­cial!’ I cried. ‘I searched high and low, but couldn’t find it,’ she pleaded.

‘It’ll turn up,’ I sighed, know­ing it wouldn’t.

And for 12 years it didn’t, un­til… In Au­gust, Dave was where he al­ways was – kneel­ing in the car­rot patch. He filled up the trug – a veg bas­ket – with two bunches. I took them out to wash for tea. But some­thing glis­tened in the


‘What’s that?’ I mut­tered. Surely not!

I plucked one of the car­rots from the wa­ter and, slot­ted on the end, fit­ting like a glove, was my ring!

It must have come off Sarah’s hand when she came round for the leeks all those years ago – not that she’s get­ting it back now!

‘Look, look,’ I yelled, run­ning into the liv­ing room. ‘You’ll never guess what I’ve found.’

‘Your ring?!’ asked Dave, smil­ing. We were both gob­s­macked.

I told all and sundry, and soon it was picked up by the pa­pers.

This beats all the veg­etable show prizes go­ing.

I’m made up that I found the ring – and Dave is de­lighted his car­rot made the na­tional news! Lin Keitch, 69, Monk­ton Heath­field, Som­er­set

and Dave Me hold­ing the ring – it! with his car­rot that wore

The car­rot had grown right through my ring

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