IN my early 20s I put myself through a chocolatier’s course.

Not just because I loved the stuff.

No, I had a plan. A master plan. A master plan of world domination – from Lake Boga.

Where my primary weapon of mass marketing would be my chocolate.

But things never really did go to plan.

Thirty years later, however, and the dream may have dimmed slightly, but the fire has never gone out.

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