When you read the term ‘free range’ on a pack of supermarket chicken, you’re led to imagine this agricultural utopia, where hens run through meadows like Theresa May galloping through fields of wheat. Sadly, the reality is that almost none of these chickens would ever describe their environment as ‘free’. Cooped in enormous static sheds the size of half a football pitch - most will never step out of the barn, nor see sunlight at any point in their lives. Another magnificent effort of food labelling pulling wool over all our eyes.

However, there is hope and it comes in the form of