BY QUENTIN PIGG Watching other people walk on grass whilst they themselves are stuck with concrete and tarmac has aroused an envy in Britain’s urbanites. Lock-downed townies have convinced themselves that it is the life of concrete and tarmac that we should pity. Those living under the hypnosis of concrete melancholy – for whom Nature must seem a distant stranger and urban sprawl a relentless … Continue reading Pity the Life of Grey