The charming flowers of the meadow vetchling are confined between a fence and a stone wall in a fortunate image symbolising the anti-nature approach of those who put human priorities before natural beauty. On this side is a nature reserve in which war is waged against nature. The troops employed are the woolly mowers we know well and the devastation caused is illustrated in this picture.
Grass and wild flowers are ruthlessly cropped and then cr*pped and urinated over. A rare example of compassion has left a thistle more or less undamaged but draped with woolly threads. There are 85 acres here similar to this which without the bleating army would be home to a multifarious range of wild flowers such as the meadow vetchling.
To those in charge that would be unthinkable. Which is as well because, as automatons, they don't give it a single thought.
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