Poison We made our way down Horse Dale warmed by early spring sunshine saw nothing of hares, rabbits, deer, seldom heard birdsong never troubled by insects. This took a while to sink in. A day like this should herald reawakening life but here nothing lived except the farmer spraying winter wheat: pesticide, herbicide, fungicide. This took a while to sink in. A good harvest is ensured as the yield of nature diminishes and insects head to extinction. If the food...
