A Message From the Countryside

BY ANNE RUTH For the first time in a long time, this Conservative Party Conference shall be attended by many furious exurbanites and rural folk. What the Conservative Party must start doing is begin engaging with these people – the people – who have been forgotten about. These are the millions of people across the UK who don’t stand out because of what they wear, … Continue reading A Message From the Countryside

The Impact of Upland Farming

BY DAVID EYLES In many ways, George Monbiot’s book Feral, is a curious amalgam of anecdote, ecological theory, polemic and autobiography. On two or three occasions, he seems to feel intimately and mystically connected to events (as he envisages them) in the distant geological past. These intense emotional experiences lead to ideas of a revelatory nature. So his nostrums for the correction of the UK’s environmental ills (as … Continue reading The Impact of Upland Farming

More Hunting Fake News

BY NIGEL BEAN I have already discussed in a previous article the pivotal role fake news played in securing the hunting ban in 2004 and gave the example of an article written by Anthony Bartlett, then public affairs editor for The Guardian. The article was mischievously entitled “Vets say hunted foxes die in agony” when in fact not one vet actually said that. The article … Continue reading More Hunting Fake News

City Life is Far Superior

BY NICK PEARCE What would we do without the BBC every now and again underlining the superiority of urban living? Or The Guardian simultaneously asking scary questions in headlines like, “the British countryside is being killed by herbicides and insecticides – can anything save it?” The BBC lets us know that “City residents tend to suffer from higher levels of asthma, allergies and depression. But that’s OK…. “they also tend … Continue reading City Life is Far Superior

The Wood

BY BEN EAGLE Striding along the cow-parsley avenue my mind wanders, escaping the everyday. Jess the spaniel jumps among the sheaves of wheat in the field adjacent and I call her to my side. She initially ignores the demand, as usual, and then sprints towards me, over-passing on the path. I am sauntering towards the wood which lies just a few hundred metres from where … Continue reading The Wood