In Gloucestershire, where I live, I have planted hundreds of trees. The poorer the area, the more it needs trees. Trees are bountiful, exuberent, sapped with life. For those whom life has sapped, at the end of a working day, trees offer relief. You can lean on them, chase your children round them, pin a love note on them, watch them change.
Trees are for the soul.
He thought it would be a great idea to coral the names of famous writers and possible make money out of them. So he sat down and began to register as many dot-coms as he could, providing the writers had an international reputation and might be worth a few bob. Erm, Jeanette Winterson. I am the only true heir to Virginia Woolf ,' says Jeanette, who once provided sexual services to married Kensington ladies in return for pieces of crockery. Sorry I asked.