From Juliet Gillam.
IT is five o’clock in the morning, and outside on St Catherine’s Hill a bushwhacker is doing the branchage.
That is the end of the foxgloves, the wall pennyworts, and all the other plants that make up the diversity of our countryside.
The driver of the machine told me that it is not his fault, but that he has 3,000 vergées of branchage to do for ‘Jersey Royal’.
This sort of insidious vandalism must be stopped. Mike Stentiford wrote on these lines recently. There will be no insects, no butterflies, as well as no flowers if these practices continue.
Le Rocher,
Mont de la Mare,
St Martin.
