As a wellness writer, I’m sometimes asked why I’m not a vegan, or even a vegetarian. Once upon a time, I was a macrobiotic vegan, balancing my ‘yin and yang’ on a plate, living on miso soup, brown rice and seaweed. I gave it up after a year or so as I started to feel unwell and found it to be highly antisocial. We’re talking about 30 years ago, when there were few places to eat outside the home and I was viewed with extreme suspicion at 1980s dinner parties, where I’d bring my own food box. Fast forward several decades and what I eat now could not be more different.
Grass is greener
A few years ago, my then-husband and I ran one of the UK’s first grass-fed regenerative pasture farms. We were a founding farm for Pasture for Life, an organisation that supports grazed animals on the land as a
