Today I ate an asian pear, a first for me. A hand reached up into the boughs of the small tree I was standing next to and picked one of these golden fruit for me to try. We were a long way from the orient, standing in the Permaculture Garden at Tapeley Park near Bideford, a cornucopia of edible delights. As I bit into its flesh I was confident that no toxic chemicals had been used to protect it from pest or disease or to boost its yield and yet it was healthy and bountiful; I knew also that it has been tended with loving hands. Known also as the Nashi pear, my lovely guide, the encyclopedic Perma Queen, told me that in Japan they wrap these fruit individually and give them as treasured gifts. Crisp and delicious it tasted good. What I mean is that if Goodness had a taste this is what it would be like.