"It's a really nice outhouse," one of the interns at The New Farm told me. "It's actually my favourite place on the farm."
I couldn't tell me whether she was joking or not. "No, seriously, it's nice and quiet," she said, explaining that privacy at The New Farm is at a premium. "You need to try it." She pointed me down a path and behind the barn.
It smelled like cedar and there was little graffiti. Despite the cobwebs, it earned points for having plenty of toliet paper. As I peed, I looked out onto the green field under grey skies. In the distance, cars roared past.
She was right. It was a very nice outhouse.