What matters more: acknowledging and honouring the nature of things, or reshaping nature to our own ends? For a sense of your own instincts, I suggest searching for images of crated pigs.
What do you feel, confronted with an image …
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What matters more: acknowledging and honouring the nature of things, or reshaping nature to our own ends? For a sense of your own instincts, I suggest searching for images of crated pigs.
What do you feel, confronted with an image …
For 30 accumulated years, the River Wye flowed alongside my life. I cannot quite say I grew up on its banks, but from the gates of my first childhood home I could throw a stone, across a road and an …
I buried Robin Hood in his favourite place, the little paddock beside the Dulas. Across the brook, a blackbird sang requiem. Maid Marian was there, of course. She was, after all, his number-one wife. I shed no tears; I’d done …