Why this fine sport needs our support
“Give it five years, then you will begin to know your marsh and put birds in the bag”
“Look at that; the most beautiful place in the world.” Those words were uttered by a fellow Swansea undergraduate, as our coach returned from a field trip 40-odd years ago, and they took me centre stump. We were passing over the elevated section of the M4 that crosses Port Talbot in Wales, looking at the bright lights of the steel works and the oil refinery alongside.
That concrete jungle represented the prosperity that had sent him, a steel worker’s son, to university. But to me it was the despoiling of Margam Moors, where 30 years ago thousands of white-fronted geese wintered, roosting on the sands and grazing the sweet grasses of the marsh.
Such a change would not happen now because
