We put the land use argument to Keith. Keith. You are occupying agricultural land that could, theoretically, be used to grow crops. How do you respond? Keith stopped chewing. He looked at the field. The field is on a 30-degree slope in Devon. The topsoil is clay. The drainage is complicated. No tractor has successfully operated in the lower section without becoming a story people tell in the village pub. Keith looked at us. Keith, do you believe this field could produce food crops without you on it? Keith walked to the lower section of the field. He ate a thistle. He stepped on a bramble runner and ate that too. He looked at the clay in the corner where it waterlogged every winter and produced nothing except rushes, which Keith also ate. Are you saying the field is only productive because you're on it? Keith looked at us with the expression of an animal that has grasped the argument entirely and found the question slightly beneath him. He then left through the gate he had opened by himself. He was in the road for nine minutes. He ate a passing cyclist's energy bar. We are not including this in the land use efficiency report.