Jack used to say that a good orchard was like a well-lived life. The one up at the old farm, with its hundred-year-old pears leaning over the entrance gates, held more Wigg history than anything written down.
It’s the summer of 1971, not far from the stone-fruit capital of New South Wales, where Mr Wigg lives on what’s left of the family farm. He spends his time working in the orchard, cooking and preserving his produce and, when it’s on, watching the cricket. It’s a full life.
Things are changing though, with Australia and England playing a one-day match, and his new neighbours planting grapes for wine. His wife died a few years ago, his daughter never visits, and his son thinks he should move into town. But Mr Wigg has trees and chickens to look after on the farm. His grandchildren visit often: to cook, eat and hear stories. And he has a project to finish…