In his fortnightly column MARK SEDDON reflects on the death of Major Oak and why such ancient trees matter to us
I HAD a few wrens (Troglodytes troglodytes) picking among my holly bushes the other morning.
From my kitchen door I thought at first they were mice hunting berries, but the binoculars showed tiny chestnut-coloured birds that looked remarkably like microscopic emus. OK, a bit of a romantic view but the wren is certainly one of our most romantic birds.
Weigh a pound coin in your hand. That’s what a fully grown adult wren will weigh. It isn’t actually Britain’s smallest bird — that honour goes to the goldcrest (Regulus regulus) — but the wren is Britain’s most common wild breeding bird.
In his fortnightly Borderlands column, MARK SEDDON visits overgrown forts along Offa’s Dyke and reflects on wars past and present
GORDON PARSONS is blown away by a superb production of Rostand’s comedy of verbal panache and swordmanship
One of the major criticisms of China’s breakneck development in recent decades has been the impact on nature — returning after 15 years away, BEN CHACKO assessed whether the government’s recent turn to environmentalism has yielded results
Millions of ordinary English people of all backgrounds consider the cross their own — abandoning it, and its left-wing history that includes the peasants’ revolt, concedes vital ground to the right, argues SIMON BRIGNELL


