Aching joints become a fact of life after a certain point, something I would like to have known in my twenties when I made a career of imitating an overgrown slug. My athletic awakening occurred just before the age of 30 when our bodies, having being designed to last for only a couple of decades due to the large likelihood in ancient times of being devoured by something bigger than ourselves, begins its inevitable decline into non-elasticity and all around ruin. I have persevered in my gymnastic endeavours while all the while my body, or Bodser as I fondly call it, has embarked on a parallel program of complaints over my shocking misuse of it. I would not be surprised one of these days to see an angry letter in the paper from it or even to receive a petition from my various bits.
It was at during an enjoyable exchange of physical woes with a friend who suffers from arthritis that I heard about the beneficial effects of Honey and Cinnamon*. I could see the effects on my friends newly pain-free visage so I decided to embark on the Honey and Cinnamon trip too. The honey my friend uses is the most natural. He buys it at a little farm outside Crooke village, just south of Passage East in Co. Waterford. Legend has it that Cromwell vowed to invade Ireland either by Hook in Co.Wexford or by Crooke just across the Suir estuary and so a new saying was born.
Crooke Farm, as I call it though I do not know it’s official name, sells not just honey, but potatoes, apple juice, free range eggs, apples, cherries, strawberries, gooseberries, chutneys, a most delicious clove spiced apple jelly and onion marmalade.
The honey I bought the first time I was there a few months back was labelled as Passage East Honey. The second time the honey was from The Hook Wexford and also direct from producer. All this produce is displayed in an unmanned stall at the gate of the farm and an honour box system for payment.
I am sure there are people who will take advantage of such a system but for a suspicious, soul like me an act of faith like this it gives me a glimmer of hope that one day we could all be trusted to behave like adults. As it turns out, the farm is owned by the sister of a friend of mine. Lucy is one of life’s lovely people and I would call her a friend too except I never see her as she works all the hours she has been given and then some. That I didn’t realise the farm was hers after hearing so much about it from her sister bears testament to another organ that is going into a decline:Brain. I suspect though it will take more than Honey and Cinnamon to fix that.
‘Crooke Farm’ is at Carraigsaggart, Passage East, Co.Waterford.
*I take a couple of teaspoons of Honey with a teaspoon of Ceylon Cinnamon in hot water once a day but there are various recipes to be found online. The research so far suggests that Honey and Cinnamon in combination are a powerful medicine for a wide range of maladies possibly due to cinnamons anti-inflammatory properties and that fact that honey and cinnamon are both sulphur based.