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IT’S TOO EASY TO BE NARROW WHEN it comes to nature. I was a bad birdwatcher through and through, and I thought all the other bits of nature were for wimps. Now I do my best in all taxa. My most recent step was to become a bad botanist: my life is incalculably richer as a result.
I wrote about sport for The Times for more than 30 years. And we had a tradition: we dealt with the mad intensity of it all with relaxed amiability, even while I was filing live from the Olympic 100m final.
When I spoke to Barry back on the desk at Wapping, I didn’t snap: “Length? Deadline?” I said: “Much about your way?” Barry being, of course, a fellow birder. He told me about swallows in Buckinghamshire and I told him about the hobby I’d seen in the Bird’s Nest Stadium in Beijing. In this fashion, working conditions were better for all.
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“Evening Barry, much about?”
“Huge influx of painted ladies.”
And I thought: that’s a butterfly isn’t it? How pathetic! Who cares about butterflies? I didn’t even know what