A call to farms: how a London barrister rediscovered her agricultural roots

Farming threaded its way through the fields, mud, hedgerows and lifeblood of the people who made up Sarah Langford’s childhood. But her grandfather, ‘an oak of a man’ with his high-waisted trousers and ‘smelling of butter, honey and dust’, occupies no romantic sepia image in her memory. A tenant farmer, proud to have provided for the local Hampshire population during the second world war, he remains in the author’s mind a figure unfaded in achievement and identity.

Having spent her early adult years as a successful London-based barrister, Langford and her husband were bringing up their two young sons with hard pavement beneath their feet until a sudden job loss and a wipe-out fire changed their lives. The family’s arrival ‘by accident’ to manage a small Suffolk farm coincided with a national farming revolution taking place, even within the rich, pliable fields surrounding their newly rented cottage. Pledging herself to connect with a surprising and often confusing environment, almost unrecognisable from that of her grandfather, Langford immerses herself in the land, allowing the earth to settle beneath her fingernails, while applying an irrepressibly enquiring mind to inform herself about the reasons for and the possible solutions to such turmoil.