Sheepwrecked

In his book Feral, George Monbiot uses the term ‘sheepwrecked’ to describe the British countryside. I had never realised someone could harbour such resentment against sheep, heather and rhododendrons, but Monbiot does. The book is loosely framed by him living in and then leaving Wales, a place he finds unutterably boring because of the lifeless desert … Continue reading Sheepwrecked