There can be an uncomfortable mismatch if when going for a walk you want to think about the great and pressing issues confronting the Earth. The scale of what you see and feel around you is so different from what you might know of those crises, that any sense of urgency or even significance tends to melt away. When the cloud is hanging low over the oak woods on the shores of Loch Arienas, with the raindrops coming through the leaf canopy, falling onto the fronds of the ferns one by one, the idea that the world is in crisis seems remote enough. What could be more cumulative, stable and continuous ...
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