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Rewilding
I hate to return to such a turgid business, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to talk about ‘rewilding’ again. It’s become the new talisman which everyone from Boris downwards seems to be clinging to. The basic concept is that we should all stop ‘managing’ nature as much, and allow the environment to heal itself ….and already I feel myself slipping into their limp spiel. Celebrities endorse it, the great and good use it as a smokescreen, and a huge slice of society accept it must be the way forward. Arch proponents spout about ‘rewilding’ whole areas… in the UK, this is taken to be the ‘uplands’, and the re-introduction of all kinds of species- including large predators- which obviously might impact me somewhat. Taken to its logical conclusion this would mean the end of my community’s entire culture, which- surprisingly enough- I find somewhat upsetting. Farming the local landscape is how my family has lived for many centuries –certainly since before the church started taking names. I’m related by blood to most of the other families who do so across Dartmoor and its Southern flanks.
There’s an irony that an ingrained historic culture, which has such evident roots, and whose work has is so linked to landscape, could be so easily be cast aside as worthless. If we wore bearskins and lived primitive lives far away, you can be damn sure many would-be rewilders would also be campaigning for our human rights to be left alone. I’ll wager that many of these evangelists have dropped coins in the pot for organisations fighting for cultures elsewhere, or send out ‘Survival’ Christmas cards to give a few pence to far flung ethnic groups. Whilst sitting in their concrete and steel lives, they would drive me and my sheep and collie dogs off the hills we’ve worked forever.
That’s a pretty offensive and hypocritical idea where I’m sat.
Perhaps we’d better dial it down a bit. After all, some rewilding projects are a bit fluffier. Borough councils have cottoned on that they can economise on grass cutting budgets by leaving various public spaces to turn into ‘flower meadows’. This’ll all be fine until they discover that what actually grows will be the unwanted volunteer crops of ragwort, dog muck and fast food wrappers. It makes me chuckle that the whole ‘cropped lawn’ appearance is born of the pleasant aspect of fields neatly grazed by those wicked sheep, and the counterpoint of ‘species rich hay meadows’ are an archaic part of the basics of farming cattle. The cows went out to rough pasture in the summer –either onto the hill, or perhaps out on the marsh- so neatly cropped inbye fields grew a crop of hay for their winter survival….and hence ours.
Associated with rewilding are several other talismanic buzz words… ‘tree planting’, ‘sustainability’, ‘carbon neutrality’ and ‘green economy’. Apparently, such hooey will save the world. I notice in this very paper some cookery writer blithely gabbling away about how eating meat was bad for the environment, and then gave various recipes using ingredients whose very production is famously destroying distant resources and cultures. They really seem to believe that by saying these stupid things, unicorns will frolic in the sunlit glades.
In fact, as I’d realised some time ago, what it’s really all about is salving their guilt. They –we- all want the ease and luxury that modern life brings us, and we all want more. We go on building new railways, airports and vast housing estates- with their inevitable supporting infrastructure of industrial and retail parks, factories, mines, schools, hospitals and ‘recreational spaces’. The endless demands this places on the world’s resources are obvious, and vast beyond individual conception…as was made clear when ‘Uncle Albert’ tried a 3 point turn in the Suez Canal last week. We know this, and feel bad about it. So ‘liking’ the wildlife charity’s facebook post, and clinging to the idea of ‘rewilding’ takes some of the pain away.
It was brought into magnificent focus for me last week when a local rewilding enthusiast – who has even been lucky enough to be paid to knit some yoghurt for such a plan to save the world- was publically proclaiming he was hoping to be able to take a ‘guilt free flight to somewhere sunny this year’. He really believes that he can burn some aviation fuel for his own gratification, releasing 350 million year old carbon, but it will be OK because he’s messing about with some pitiable project which has a shelf life of the blink of an eye.
They’re like teenagers at the college debating club, clenching their little fists and saying ‘right on!’ It’s pathetic.
I hate to return to such a turgid business, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to talk about ‘rewilding’ again. It’s become the new talisman which everyone from Boris downwards seems to be clinging to. The basic concept is that we should all stop ‘managing’ nature as much, and allow the environment to heal itself ….and already I feel myself slipping into their limp spiel. Celebrities endorse it, the great and good use it as a smokescreen, and a huge slice of society accept it must be the way forward. Arch proponents spout about ‘rewilding’ whole areas… in the UK, this is taken to be the ‘uplands’, and the re-introduction of all kinds of species- including large predators- which obviously might impact me somewhat. Taken to its logical conclusion this would mean the end of my community’s entire culture, which- surprisingly enough- I find somewhat upsetting. Farming the local landscape is how my family has lived for many centuries –certainly since before the church started taking names. I’m related by blood to most of the other families who do so across Dartmoor and its Southern flanks.
There’s an irony that an ingrained historic culture, which has such evident roots, and whose work has is so linked to landscape, could be so easily be cast aside as worthless. If we wore bearskins and lived primitive lives far away, you can be damn sure many would-be rewilders would also be campaigning for our human rights to be left alone. I’ll wager that many of these evangelists have dropped coins in the pot for organisations fighting for cultures elsewhere, or send out ‘Survival’ Christmas cards to give a few pence to far flung ethnic groups. Whilst sitting in their concrete and steel lives, they would drive me and my sheep and collie dogs off the hills we’ve worked forever.
That’s a pretty offensive and hypocritical idea where I’m sat.
Perhaps we’d better dial it down a bit. After all, some rewilding projects are a bit fluffier. Borough councils have cottoned on that they can economise on grass cutting budgets by leaving various public spaces to turn into ‘flower meadows’. This’ll all be fine until they discover that what actually grows will be the unwanted volunteer crops of ragwort, dog muck and fast food wrappers. It makes me chuckle that the whole ‘cropped lawn’ appearance is born of the pleasant aspect of fields neatly grazed by those wicked sheep, and the counterpoint of ‘species rich hay meadows’ are an archaic part of the basics of farming cattle. The cows went out to rough pasture in the summer –either onto the hill, or perhaps out on the marsh- so neatly cropped inbye fields grew a crop of hay for their winter survival….and hence ours.
Associated with rewilding are several other talismanic buzz words… ‘tree planting’, ‘sustainability’, ‘carbon neutrality’ and ‘green economy’. Apparently, such hooey will save the world. I notice in this very paper some cookery writer blithely gabbling away about how eating meat was bad for the environment, and then gave various recipes using ingredients whose very production is famously destroying distant resources and cultures. They really seem to believe that by saying these stupid things, unicorns will frolic in the sunlit glades.
In fact, as I’d realised some time ago, what it’s really all about is salving their guilt. They –we- all want the ease and luxury that modern life brings us, and we all want more. We go on building new railways, airports and vast housing estates- with their inevitable supporting infrastructure of industrial and retail parks, factories, mines, schools, hospitals and ‘recreational spaces’. The endless demands this places on the world’s resources are obvious, and vast beyond individual conception…as was made clear when ‘Uncle Albert’ tried a 3 point turn in the Suez Canal last week. We know this, and feel bad about it. So ‘liking’ the wildlife charity’s facebook post, and clinging to the idea of ‘rewilding’ takes some of the pain away.
It was brought into magnificent focus for me last week when a local rewilding enthusiast – who has even been lucky enough to be paid to knit some yoghurt for such a plan to save the world- was publically proclaiming he was hoping to be able to take a ‘guilt free flight to somewhere sunny this year’. He really believes that he can burn some aviation fuel for his own gratification, releasing 350 million year old carbon, but it will be OK because he’s messing about with some pitiable project which has a shelf life of the blink of an eye.
They’re like teenagers at the college debating club, clenching their little fists and saying ‘right on!’ It’s pathetic.