The good life
One of the fascinating by-products of my attempt to be meat self-sufficient for a year has been the conversations it has generated. People from all walks of life have been intrigued by my challenge and, dare I say it, a little envious. There is an underlying feeling of resentment at being beholden to the refrigerated meat aisles in the shops and the endless shelves of unexciting, plastic-wrapped, mass-produced meat. But for
