
Unless we find the words to discuss the beauty of our landscape, it will be desecrated by lines of great waving semaphores
You can smash a building, bomb a city, impoverish a nation and the world grants you a hearing. But break the twig of a British tree and hobgoblins will descend and destroy you. Thank goodness for that.
Britain this autumn is ablaze. The year's eccentric climate has given us dying leaves of unprecedented splendour. Researching a book on English landscape, I travelled last we...
Published on November 01, 2012 13:00