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