Sunday, January 14, 2018
There is a new vegan-only pub in London, called the Spread Eagle, I read in The Observer. Fair enough, I thought - until I read on. One vegan blogger predicts that the rise of veganism will result in a split Britain. "There'll be no middle ground any more, just a divided nation." Sounds like a declaration of war! A man who is "devoted to promoting vegan culture" (yeah, it is a bit evangelical) adds with a laugh "In five years' time, the place selling meat will be the odd one out." I wasn't so far out on January 13th with the phrase "vegan fascism".
Fortunately, before this I'd been out for a short drive and an even shorter walk, and felt the wind in my hair and the rocks and grass beneath my feet and reality and sanity all around me. The two whooper swans were on a river that flows between tawny winter grass and reeds.
Closer to the road was a family of whoopers - two adults and two juveniles - while close by a male goldeneye dived. But no eagles today - "spread" or otherwise.
Closer to the road was a family of whoopers - two adults and two juveniles - while close by a male goldeneye dived. But no eagles today - "spread" or otherwise.
// posted by Christine @ 12:04 PM 
