Rosby and I sat in a quiet corner with laden trays in front of us, the smell mouth-watering. Until you put food into your mouth, there was no knowing, but in this case the knowing was truly wonderful. Every morsel tasted of food, no taint of magic. We ate in silence until we’d cleared the plates and our trays had been removed. Facing each other over glasses of spring water, Rosby indicated with a wave of a hand that it was time I satisfied her other hunger.
“About six months ago, I was browsing the lines, looking for nothing in particular, when I came across a report on the Curse of the Natural Farm. Frankly, I thought it was a story about farming Naturals, so I was a bit intrigued. Unfortunately, it wasn’t, but it was interesting nevertheless. There are 20,000 hectares of uncontaminated
