SOMETHING I HAVE often wondered is why you don’t make the whole of England a National Park. In what way, after all, are the Yorkshire Dales superior to the Durham Dales? Why is the New Forest worthy of exalted status but glorious Dorset is not?
It’s preposterous really to say that some parts are better or more important than others. It’s all lovely. And there’s not much of it. Of all the surface area of the Earth, only a tiny fragment – 0.0174069% , or so I gather – can call itself Great Britain. So it’s rare and dangerously finite and every bit of it should be cherished.
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