I'm not a medical expert but it doesn't ring true that someone with a degenerative neurological condition would go from yomping on hikes to being told they have weeks to live. In fact, if you are at that stage you will probably have almost lost, or completely lost, your ability to talk. People with degenerative neurological conditions gradually decline. With conditions such as MND that decline is usually steep and brutal but, nevertheless, a process. Perhaps people may correct me but doctors handing an expiry date to someone who is walking and talking and generally functional seems highly unlikely.
It's all so shameless.
It also adds to the feeling that the Winns/Taylors are perhaps not truly into walking, nature, farming, rewinding, etc.. I had assumed that the embezzlement came out of desperation at being unable to pay the mortgage after struggling to make their Welsh idyll pay. Now I wonder if Sally just likes shopping or online gambling or if their actual dream is to be property developers?
Also, every time somebody posts an extract of Sally's writing on here I can't believe how cringeworthy and hackneyed it is. The way she describes the city-dwelling cider farm guy makes her and Tim sound like the pair who ran the shop in The League of Gentlemen. 'Thems hands had never felt the sharp sting of the frost as they plucked turnips from the peaty earth in a Michaelmas storm. Thems hands had never plunged into the hot, quickening belly of a grateful mother stoat to rescue her dying, desperate kits. Thems be soft city hands, theys be.' I'd like to see Craig Brown do a parody of it.