Black Earth, Still Water
This book is about the fens. I live on the edge of the fens, a flat place. When the wind blows it stops for no one. But the fens are not about wind. They are about earth and water. Black earth.
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This book is about the fens. I live on the edge of the fens, a flat place. When the wind blows it stops for no one. But the fens are not about wind. They are about earth and water. Black earth.
Whipple’s Uncharted is less a chronicle of Trump’s comeback than an unflinching autopsy of a decaying liberal order that mistook gerontocracy for stability and denial for strategy
On the Supreme Court ruling in For Women Scotland v. Scottish Ministers
A ruling on the definition of “woman” risks codifying exclusion into law, leaving trans women even more vulnerable in the name of protection.
The Trump–Starmer trade deal and the culture war as foreign policy
Farage’s tanks aren’t new, they’re the tanks of the 1970s, steered by mad generals and aimed squarely at working-class power.
For one long summer, our local rec was filled with the sound of kids playing kabaddi, breath held, bodies darting between the swings and the seesaw, a game that arrived without fanfare and disappeared just as suddenly. Now, as the Kabaddi World Cup lands in the West Midlands, and football bends to the will of capital, the games Britain plays, and who controls them, tell us more than ever about the country we have become.