“How many people are farming here?” Rebecca frowned. “I don’t actually know. That would be a question for Jonathan. Enough to at least keep the taxes paid on the place.” “What do they grow?” “Rape, mostly, some barley. Obviously sheep.” She gestured toward a field of white bodies grazing in the distance. “A few other things, but the canola oil is the main thing.” She braked and let me look out across the fields for a minute. “It’s beautiful when it’s in bloom—bright-yellow flowers across the whole countryside.”
