As, day after day, I walk through this landscape of slow moving waterways and....
....manicured fields, where the farmer drives his tractor across his newly-ploughed land to mark the footpaths to which we must adhere, and where....
....even the few places that remain uncultivated are planted and controlled, I do wonder whether I will ever come to feel any deep affection for it, but then....
....I realise that the only way I will is if I can seek out and celebrate wilderness' survivors in its hidden corners.
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