Death to the land

I took a trip to Black Moss Covert Nature Reserve in Cheshire. It was surrounded by lifeless, poisoned land.

Black Moss Covert is tiny, full of glorious brambles and scattered fungi. What surrounds it, however, is an ecological disaster. Whoever thought it was a good idea to burn, shred, poison and mistreat the land so badly? I see Redwings and Fieldfare, wild and alert to danger in the high trees along the Bridgewater Canal. There are occasional groups of Feral Pigeons flying over and I hear shooting.

Unless humans change our diet, revolutionise our farming practices and destroy traditional country pursuits we are all doomed.