Dog Walking

It is Mickey Mouse-thinking to cut down 30,000 trees to create “green” energy. A friend came over to pick wild garlic. She doesn’t drive and says the air pollution levels in Leiston feel like London with that massive loss of carbon-capturing trees. She has to walk her dog through the fields on a lead since there are no hedgerows to stop him running into the road. Where can all those displaced animals go? Apparently there are 100 species in a single oak. Road kill is up. Venison is cheap. When my friend left, she asked of the constant flow of vans, trucks, a water tanker, estate cars in front of my house: “Is the traffic always like that?” “Yes.” The Thebertonians have put up with this for a year now. A silver boxed large truck turned up Pretty Lane, barely able to fit. I imagine it had come for the day’s tree trunks and that they no longer use open-sided cages because they are too visible, too emotive.