All things beavers

Close your eyes; rewind a few decades… breath in the rich smells and sights of the bucolic British countryside of not-so-long-ago. Verges thick with the hum of butterflies and bees, skies full of swooping peewits and starlings, sluggish streams burbling by, flashing with perch and trout, the verdant thrust of cathedral hedgerows shading cool banks… This was the magnificent cacophony of life that once blessed these small islands, when people lived in relative harmony among the rest of nature. We are one, after all. It’s a deeply-rooted vision that some of us remember well; tragically one that our children and grandchildren may never see.