Mr Wigg
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 an...
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 an...
