
Confession of a Plastic Exurbanite
BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN I have a confession to make. Even though I joyously agreed to be one of the founder writers of Country Squire Magazine, I’ve spent most of my life as something of a plastic exurbanite in the Surrey villages stockbroker belt, where the hedges are perfectly trimmed, Barbours are mere fashion accessories, tractors get polished to a patina and paddocks are mowed in aesthetically-pleasing stripes. … Continue reading Confession of a Plastic Exurbanite