We all once lived in the landscape. We worked and loved, slept and dreamed inside it. We observed the change of the seasons, the incremental growth of plants and flowers, the sudden movement of wind and rain. We relied on plants for everything, but we didn’t view them as mere objects for our pleasure and use. We studied them to understand the purpose for which they were created. This, then, was our experience of Nature before the 16th century, when we became modern people.
Two years ago I began to write Vanishing Landscapes, a book about my travels across Britain and Ireland in search ...
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