Our response [so far] has not been alarm, or panic, or a sense of emergency. It has been: ‘Let’s go up there and drill for oil’. There is no more perfect indictment of our failure to get to grips with the greatest problem we’ve ever faced.
Last weekend was only the second time I’ve been to Richmond Park on two feet, rather than two wheels. It’s one of the few places in London where you feel a proper degree of personal space. Parakeets, joggers, cars at 20mph and deer notwithstanding.