‘… where late the sweet birds sang’

The destruction of our local habitat by the ‘toy town railway’ continues apace. What once was a pleasant bridle path for the locals, with plenty of habitat for birds, mammals and plants has been destroyed for the railway enthusiasts’ pleasure.

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The stretch of old track I refer to was similar in appearance to the above. At first glance, nothing seems out of the ordinary, just the result of nature’s effort over 40 years to recover from the previous attempt to industrialise the landscape.

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Now after the hacking down of trees and shrubs it looks like this;

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‘What would the world be, once bereft of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.’ G M Hopkins.