A stretch of shimmering light reflecting off countless fresh water fish ponds now fills our distant view in place of untended lifeless land.
Our world, it seems, is descending down a refuse-filled vortex not unlike that after you’ve pulled the plug on dirty dishwater.
An unexpected byproduct from my partnership in The Elephant Café landed on the farm — and, more importantly, in my vegetable garden — last month.
The pounds I gained on our foodie holiday in Ireland and England disappeared fast as a result of the speed with which I hit the ground running on my return to Livingstone.
When The Cook’s Cook magazine in the United States asked me to contribute a feature story to its GREAT OUTDOORS issue, I was unaware then that this commission — one that had followed many before it ̵
