Today there are a hundred people, perhaps two hundred, visible from this spot. If there are thirty such spots then there are several thousands on the heath today... Usually I see fewer than fifty people, sometimes fewer than ten, in one or two hours walking.
Someone is setting off fireworks in the bright sunlight - two rockets so far but I saw only smoke, not star bursts, in the cloudless sky.
Is our presence an improvement, I ask, remembering the last words I wrote in 2001: 'we are nature as we are its artists, its extensions'?
'It depends what we do, and how we perceive' says a new voice that is perhaps preparing to speak (or to dictate?) what I will write in 2002...
I pause to listen to the world... UNusually, I hear sounds of adult voices in loud conversation and children's cries and shrieks - as if in a playground...
And when I look up from this little screen I see a designed landscape full of moving people - many more than it was intended for - and no Lord and Lady in command. Our task now is to make 'being numerous' an improvement! That's it, the next aim beyond 'sustainability' and 'protecting the environment' - two faulted and inadequate aims, to my mind (I feel that they both divide 'nature' or 'environment' from 'people'; impose dualism where unity and connectiveness are essential).
Cold hands. Time to put on my gloves and go for tea.
And now, as I write of it in a warm room with dried shoes, I can't help wondering what sort of an omen this is for the new year? Do I see all my previous writings as steps in a partly frozen swamp - and my latest book as sinking if I put too much weight on it?... but this is nonsense, I hope.
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