A week after finding waxlips and sun orchids on a rocky, mossy, grassy slope I went back to deepen my acquaintance.
I found the whole steep hillside unmercifully slashed. There was no grass, no orchids and very little moss. Even the rocks had been semi-obliterated. All that remained were the monstrous tyre marks of the Country Energy tractor. The destruction was so totally complete that there was no room left for any reaction but stunned silence.