Farming series 1–100
I was born into a farming family and grew up in the remnants of Sherwood Forest in England, a place where Robin Hood myths are still plentiful. We were lucky to have the benefit of an adventurous, rural childhood and could roam free for miles without encountering a pesticide, a road or a town. Now that corporations have taken over our agriculture, how do we remember such daily journeys along well-trodden paths, to farm or merely to wander? What do we do with the loss of farming traditions and intimate knowledge, with the co-operative rituals of millennia? What is our collective responsibility for maintaining the health and fertility of the earth?