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It was a tired, grubby, but nonetheless excited group that finally alighted from the second leg of our gruelling 14 hour airborne journey from Heathrow, onto sizzling, sunburnt tarmac.

“There’s free range, and then there’s free range” were some of the first words uttered to me by Yvonne, our group leader, upon arrival in Regina Coeli.  This is definitely the latter.  A couple of days ago we were washing our bed sheets, outside obviously, and a baby goat wanders out of our house.  I kid you not.  (No pun intended).  It must have come in the front door, had a wander around the living area, before trotting out of the side door, where its unsuspecting audience was gathered.  Upon regaining the ability of cognitive thought, Joy went to close the front door.

Rarely do you have the opportunity to appreciate where your food comes from, until you grow it yourself. In previous weeks, we have harvested, picked, beaten, and then eaten beans.