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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ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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