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Confessions of a recovering environmentalist

Published in Dark Mountain 1, May 2010

Today’s environmentalism is as much a victim of the contemporary cult of utility as every other aspect of our lives, from science to education. We are not environmentalists now because we have an emotional reaction to the wild world. In this country, most of us wouldn’t even know where to find it. We are environmentalists now in order to promote something called ‘sustainability’. What…

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Progress and the land

Published in The Idler, June 2010

You are a nimby, a reactionary and a Romantic idiot. You want to go back to a Golden Age, in which you can play at living in prettified village poverty because you have never experienced the real thing. You are a privileged, bourgeois escapist. You dream of a prelapsarian rural idyll because you can’t cope with the modern multicultural, urban reality. You are a…

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Singing for their supper

Published in the Daily Telegraph, 16 April 2009

Ed, Will and Ginger are three men in their mid-twenties who have embarked on a journey both remarkable and ordinary. They are walking the length and breadth of Britain , singing as they go. As they walk they are picking up more songs ’ the traditional songs of this island ’ from people they meet, and passing them on to others.

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Will the real England please stand up?

Published in the Daily Telegraph, 18 April 2008

It’s a summer evening on Reculver Beach in Kent and I’m sitting cross-legged beneath the cliffs, piling driftwood onto a stuttering fire. The evening silence is broken only by the crackling of the burning wood, by hundreds of darting, chattering sand martins shooting in and out of slits in the sandy cliff faces and, now, the shifting of the gravel beneath Fergus’s feet as…

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