“This is the most beautiful walk in the world!” She yelped. Her six year old eyes were fresh. And it was the same for me because I’d not had the energy to walk further than our garden in months. We followed a gentle stream cutting a level path into a steep sided valley in The Quantocks hills. It was magic. The rippling liquid chanted over mini waterfalls, gurgled as it dropped into pools of calm and eased its way over pebbles and tiny sandbanks clear beneath the passing water

“I despise anyone who hunts,” he glared at the LandRovers filled with men and guns. “You don’t eat meat?” I asked. “Course I do.” “Somebody has to kill the sentient beings you eat.” “Sentient! Animals can’t think, they react,” my companion grunted. “So eating them’s not an issue” “But hunting them is?” “Hunting’s cruel, the fear of the chase….” “There’s the fear of being transported to an abattoir, of waiting your turn, the smell of blood, watching your friends being kill

“It’s a waste of time,” she scoffed at the Insect Extinction Walk to London. Anyone with any sense knows we are in extraordinary times, and that doesn’t mean Brexit, which is a flash in the pan. Yet a thousand years ago Chinese scholars abhorred deforestation, what would they think today? She went on, “We want high living and nobody wants to cut back, so protest marches are useless.” She’s missed an essential point. It’s about communicating an idea. Humans evolved due to thei

After Christmas’ excess and the subsequent mad scramble for consumer bargains, my wife and I hoped to win the £97,000,000 Lottery. The odds were stacked against all but one of the millions of ticket buyers, but we’d done something to supposedly improve our chances - we’d spent the day thinking positively. Bear with me! We don’t live in a sustainable reed or mud hut deep in the bush which provides all our needs, we are guilty of warming the Globe. Although we tried to have a l

Walking through Lyme Regis’ seaside park, we were elated. Granted, two glasses of wine, excellent food and a shot of expresso helped, but it was the kindness which propelled us. A fine restaurant had treated us to a complimentary meal to erase a negative experience when we’d celebrated a huge birthday. The waitress had turned what ought to have been a grand occasion into a battle of wits, making everything a hassle, from the table to the wine, and all but ignoring us whilst l

Instead of reading my blog this weekend, tap this photo and link to an article from a newspaper which prides itself on being acountable and honest. My picture, of a lake in France, shows how much lovely junk we carry around with us, toys we deem necessary, yet stuff which is devouring everything around us. From those seemingly pristine mountains to the world's dwindling jungles, even Arctic beaches, we have left our mark. I'll write no more. Read The Guardian reacting to the