NOR READY UNTIL LUNCHTIME ish....
Now.... this is the only bit you are allowed to consume, for now....
All i care about, why as of 20 years ago the environment in places where there was some, was un-lovedly...
merely that as any actual rural person knew long ago, there are a few simple stereotypes - maybe half a gang who have their stereos loud with rubbish music and their thing is magazines on whats the chunkiest noisiest motor to wank over...
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then the 'country sports' brigade from the shooter to the rest of them who are even more weird in the head (audios a few days ago ) and really do want the people, culled.... sadly
Anyway in regions of THE environment - especially the 'mid' elevation lands where the catchment is and far less arable, a couple of decades ago there was a quite sane 'stereotype. of the 'Guardian Reading' saner invader from The EAst...
And even saner ones who were already there out West, on NO inherited money at all indeed with NO money and no special thing about them being only 32 and knowing the EAsterlands were full of horseshit.... as the 'new age' warped itself all rather WAttsian up your bum self obsessed dribble.......
Anyway going West, nothing in the bank nothing special in ones past to brag about as they all began to - be here (there) and endlessly going on about what they had been before..
rather than living in that moment there (And even making a living locally there)
All terribly simple - maybe at a best estimate a quarter of the peeps were oldschool nature 'lovers' who had read or glanced at CArson's Silent Spring...
And knew that theytoo needed to maybe keep an eye open for reasonable habitats being Wastelanded unnecessarily... up on the road to Craswall....
from evil little drug fiend fakery central, HAy
There needed to be even just TEN percent who may be 'nature stewards' to make FRIENDS with local habitat bovva boys and find a way ...some compromise... by befriending even if its VERY hard work over years....
And one has to be on THEIR level as they - the generation long landowners are the indigenous who just want to mine every square inch of their land for enough cash to be able to afford the same fancy 4wds the invaders invaded in...
which is a reasonable response...
that needs reasong with... by reasonable nature aware thoughtful oldschool greenery...
But then.... what actually happened is just such peeps instead began to 'invest' all their limited time in... crystalgazing, ..'save MY MY MY unplenished soul..'. naval gazing nonsense... homeopathy for even the nags....never mind "only shrooms can set you free..." . which meant, as all that fake spirituality costs a lot of dosh and time and we all only have so much free...
they no longer even had time to perform REAL necessary
"ceremony"...just when we need them....
never mind to have taken part in real actual environmental 'COMMUNITY' which actually did what it says on their monetised can
of nothing
but them
And thus, they, the traditional (over 100 years in UK) nature 'stewards' no longer had the time..or energy....to take part and even go to a planning meet re the local chicken shed invasion early naughties... which is NOT the reason for a destroyed Wye it was already underway years before.... mainly due the poor waste arrangements of the yuppie barns that had popped up all over ... they came to live
IN
so as to plot how one day they would sue for their money back...
they only stole in the first place working for some or other dodgy corp or institution... they ..TO BE CONT
And now just sue for something they never cared to DO anything about, then...
Never mind just protect the odd bit of habitat nobody would really have objected to a compromise... especially if just a small amount of funds could be injected so as to say long lease a bramble patch in the Uplands
nope.....
that's why over 20 years all your environment just lost its spirit and died... cos of them so obsessively seeking to plenish...theirs..
with nothing.
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THE REST TO FINISH..... WITH CAPTIONS ....LATER
but to reprise..only two South Western archetypes are such mad fun they are worth adding in to two decades of The Marches 'events'
left to moulder in her shed, Mrs once a sane farmer turned "white witch" when all she can go on about is nature and saving it... funny that the one who gave us the word 'gibber' even if it was her dad... was the ultimate rarest purebred example of that species...
ahh i can get the exact date of when IT died from these photos.. the spirit of the land
