In May 1992 I attended a rally against the building of the M3 motorway at Twyford Down in Hampshire. There were the usual speeches, but I wasn’t listening. I was watching tiny spiders scurrying between flowers of wild thyme, rock rose and orchids. I took off my boots for a moment: to tread heavily on this land seemed a sacrilege. I started listening when someone shouted out – at the bottom of the hill the road builders were blocking a canal as part of the motorway construction. A great sweep of people surged down, pulled out the rubble and set the waters flowing again.
Rebecca Lush was one ...
There are approximately 799 more words in this article.
To read the rest of this article, please buy this issue, or join the Resurgence Trust. As a member you will receive access to the complete archive of magazines from May 1966.
If you are already a member, please Sign in
