I arrive at Honeybee Lane in Miltree, Cornwall, and already I don’t want to leave. Victoria Berry’s house is towards the end, and it would be nondescript on the outside if it wasn’t for the beautifully manicured garden. Kelly-green grass is cut into neat strips, a patch of soil in the middle boasting a bush dripping with yellow roses, and a strip at the front is packed with pink and white geraniums. It fits, given that her partner Anastasia is a florist. I knock on the door, and Anastasia hers...