I am standing in a doorway looking through clouds of blowing dust to where I am told there is still uncut forest. Yesterday I drove through miles of stumps, and charred remains of fires where, in 1956, there was the most wonderful forest I have ever seen, all now destroyed. People have to eat. They have to get fuel for fires.
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David Hockney is marching through London with the Countryside Alliance, not in favour of fox hunting per se but because he’s a libertarian. His placard reads “End Bossiness Now.” But it seems too abrupt..
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