“Let’s go around the table and each share something we’re grateful for,” says our guide Greg, as we sit down to eat a plant-based dinner on our first night at The Ranch.
The table is huge, and around it sits a motley — and moneyed — group of around 20 of California’s most successful people (the NDA I signed prevents me from divulging more details than that). Frantically searching my mind for something to say I’m grateful for but which doesn’t make me want to dissolve in embarrassment, I vaguely, in a panic-stricken haze, hear the answers trickling in. “I’m so grateful for my partner, who is looking after my vineyard while I am here,” says one man, perhaps partially in an attempt to tell the clutch of recently-divorced women around the table who’ve been talking about fancying some action that he is not looking for a romance while Ranching.
