Published: 21st Jan 2009

I bought my first forced rhubarb of the year yesterday. For those of you not in the know forced rhubarb is a bit of a Yorkshire thing – it’s either grown in mysterious candle lit sheds, or, on a smaller scale, under a terracotta cloche. The darkness tricks the plant into working harder to find a source of light – and in the process forces up beautiful, delicate light pink sticks of rhubarb. When I see the first rhubarb of the season, it reminds me that winter will eventually come to an end. It’s important to look for signs of hope at the moment. I noticed yesterday that the local butcher is expanding into the shop next door. He works so hard at running a good shop, serving his customers well, and I’m really pleased for him. It reminds me that the best businesses, which put their customers first, will … (To read the full article, subscribe below)