Baked, mashed, boiled or fried, Mr Doubler knows his potatoes. But the same can’t be said for people. Because, since Doubler lost his wife, he’s been all on his own at Mirth Farm, perched high above a small town. And that suits Doubler just fine. Crowds are for other people. The only friends he needs are his potato plants and his housekeeper, Mrs Millwood, who visits every day. So when Mrs Millwood is taken ill, it ruins everything – and Mr Doubler begins to worry that he might have lost his way. But could the kindness of strangers be enough to bring him down from the hill? Thus begins a celebration of food and friendship, and a reminder that it’s never too late for a new start.
Baked, mashed, boiled or fried, Mr Doubler knows his potatoes. But the same can’t be said for people. Because, since Doubler lost his wife, he’s been all on his own at Mirth Farm, perched high above a small town. And that suits Doubler just fine. Crowds are for other people. The only friends he needs are his potato plants and his housekeeper, Mrs Millwood, who visits every day. So when Mrs Millwood is taken ill, it ruins everything – and Mr Doubler begins to worry that he might have lost his way. But could the kindness of strangers be enough to bring him down from the hill? Thus begins a celebration of food and friendship, and a reminder that it’s never too late for a new start.
