I can say with certainty that these are words I’ve never uttered before: This morning I’m in a field in Lancashire, helping set up a makeshift kitchen and getting ready to take part in a baking-themed protest over plans to frack for gas under the ground I’m stood on.
It’s an unusual way of protesting. So why, dear reader, would I do such a thing?
For almost five years, Lancashire has been in the midst of a battle to stop the shale gas industry. And despite huge local opposition, fracking firm Cuadrilla is determined to set up its rigs and drill.