To facilitate the production of the latter the flat land (there isn’t much) is covered in domed structures. From a distance it looks like an industrial estate but they’re actually greenhouses. Only these aren’t just greenhouses they’re more like green mansions, sprawling estates where the aforementioned vegetation can grow unhindered by such trivialities as the weather.
Of course this proud defiance of nature has its limits. A flood has recently sloshed through the region leaving the locals to conduct frantic repair work. We passed them digging ditches and laying pipes. We lolled back in our comfortable minibus and wished them well as we put their efforts behind us.
We thought about these noble sons of the soil as we ate our salad that night. Well I didn’t but presumably somebody did. Or at least had vaguely positive thoughts towards farmers in general. On the positive side if there’s another flood the locals can upend their greenhouses and paddle them to safety.
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