I haven’t written any prose for a while.  Inspired, I guess, by the adverts signalling the start of the six nations, I wrote this yesterday in the early evening. I really hope this captures some of the drama of the competition, and the series of matches we all lap up, anticipating great success, or cringeing disappointment, wondering what might have been. Anyway, it’s a great time of year for a

So many programmes and news feeds tell us that in our lives, almost anything we do has a marked detrimental effect on the world around us. Consumption consumes.  Waste pollutes.  Food has miles.  Clothes sweat.  Journeys emit.  So we all, collectively, know this.  However.  Nothing changes.  Mainly, I think, because we’re largely – individually – unable to make a difference.  We’ve made it necessary to eat, clothe ourselves, travel to