WHAT if everything we were told about farming, that it cannot exist without hurting the environment, without hurting Nature, was wrong? What if, instead of damaging Nature, farming could help it flourish and that, as well as restoring habitats, we could feed nine billion people? Jake Fiennes says you can and he’s proving it.
He has 30 years of experience managing landscapes, a passion he’s harboured since childhood. Bar two years doing PR for London nightclub Limelight, Mr Fiennes, who has two actor brothers, Ralph and Joe, has been walking and working the fields of the UK, listening, watching and understanding how the complex, unpredictable forces of Nature can co-exist with the managed environment.
His career began at Knepp Castle in West Sussex with Sir Charles Burrell and Isabella Tree, but it wasn’t until he became a gamekeeper, then estate manager, at Sir Nicholas Bacon’s Raveningham estate in Norfolk that his theories were put into practice. There, Mr Fiennes realised something wasn’t right. ‘The mid 1990s was the peak of intensification of agriculture. We had 10% set aside, land doing nothing,’ he remembers. ‘It wasn’t producing food and it wasn’t even useful for the natural world because it was considered “nothing”. We topped it, in April, May and June, when we had hares and skylarks and butterflies and caterpillars and their young. It was wrong. I could see hares being scorched by chemicals and they would be writhing in the fields being poisoned.’
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Save our family farms
IT Tremains to be seen whether the Government will listen to the more than 20,000 farming people who thronged Whitehall in central London on November 19 to protest against changes to inheritance tax that could destroy countless family farms, but the impact of the good-hearted, sombre crowds was immediate and positive.
A very good dog
THE Spanish Pointer (1766–68) by Stubbs, a landmark painting in that it is the artist’s first depiction of a dog, has only been exhibited once in the 250 years since it was painted.
The great astral sneeze
Aurora Borealis, linked to celestial reindeer, firefoxes and assassinations, is one of Nature's most mesmerising, if fickle displays and has made headlines this year. Harry Pearson finds out why
'What a good boy am I'
We think of them as the stuff of childhood, but nursery rhymes such as Little Jack Horner tell tales of decidedly adult carryings-on, discovers Ian Morton
Forever a chorister
The music-and way of living-of the cabaret performer Kit Hesketh-Harvey was rooted in his upbringing as a cathedral chorister, as his sister, Sarah Sands, discovered after his death
Best of British
In this collection of short (5,000-6,000-word) pen portraits, writes the author, 'I wanted to present a number of \"Great British Commanders\" as individuals; not because I am a devotee of the \"great man, or woman, school of history\", but simply because the task is interesting.' It is, and so are Michael Clarke's choices.
Old habits die hard
Once an antique dealer, always an antique dealer, even well into retirement age, as a crop of interesting sales past and future proves
It takes the biscuit
Biscuit tins, with their whimsical shapes and delightful motifs, spark nostalgic memories of grandmother's sweet tea, but they are a remarkably recent invention. Matthew Dennison pays tribute to the ingenious Victorians who devised them
It's always darkest before the dawn
After witnessing a particularly lacklustre and insipid dawn on a leaden November day, John Lewis-Stempel takes solace in the fleeting appearance of a rare black fox and a kestrel in hot pursuit of a pipistrelle bat
Tarrying in the mulberry shade
On a visit to the Gainsborough Museum in Sudbury, Suffolk, in August, I lost my husband for half an hour and began to get nervous. Fortunately, an attendant had spotted him vanishing under the cloak of the old mulberry tree in the garden.
