I already have 25 bags of beans in the freezer and another 4 jars in oil in my larder but yesterday I picked the last of the 2021 harvest, enough to fill half a sink. Now you may laugh but it will be me who laughs last and loudest. Let me explain.
These beans are a couple of weeks past their best so are a bit tough and will need a good cook when I unfreeze them later in the year. In hindsight, I should have picked them a bit earlier. But they are edible – we had a few last night – and as you folks out there panic about reports of empty supermarket shelves as soon as October but certainly in the run-up to Christmas, I shall have my beans. And also a stack of frozen spinach, squashes, gherkins as well as a winter crop of spuds, leeks, sprouts, cabbages and cauliflower which is coming along well and could feed an army. Then there are the fish in the river to catch and wild ducks and geese to snare. Truly we shall be fine here at the Welsh hovel as the rest of you starve.
And thus, as you all consider how to feed your family as the shelves empty and inflation takes hold, remember old Tom at the Welsh Hovel and his emergency supplies of late season beans with possibly a bit of pike thrown in for variety. I shall accept as payment only gold as inflation rips into the value of fiat. I am considering accepting bitcoin from starving millennials but on balance I reckon it is better that the snowflakes experience hardship as folks endured in the years after the war.
So it is gold only. You may laugh now but when the time comes I shall be sitting on vast amounts of magic beans and, as you stare at your last can of Tesco soup in your pantry, you know how to get in touch.
