If you are a regular reader of this column, you will have heard me pour my farming lamentations onto this page once. I purportedly rear sheep and goats somewhere deep in the sticks of eastern Laikipia.
I love and hate my farming life in equal measure for no other reason than it is the one aspect of my life where all my academic and corporate qualifications mean absolutely nothing. Farming is where thoroughly uneducated city slickers and their wallets go to die an ignominious death.
