Tag: Roydon Fen
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Wildness and the impermeable bog
In a time of flint tools and real wildness, there used to be bear and beaver at Roydon Fen. Even now, when this fragment of marsh is framed by a cul-de-sac that echoes its name, it’s easy to imagine them, toothy and paddle-tailed. Gnawing through the alders. I leave my car by the entrance sign and…
Matt Gaw 