The announcement that Cumbria council has rejected plans for a massive nuclear waste dump at Ennerdale in the Lake District brought to mind a week I spent there last summer. What wonderful news to know that Wordsworth’s “still, sad music of humanity” will still be audible where humans meet the melancholy beauty of the wild.
Back in December 10,000 hardy souls braved the cold, rainy British December to take part in a consciousness-raising protest march through the streets of London. The march walked simultaneously with others around the globe and, although we all froze and stood for several hours beneath the heavy winter rain, it was an incredibly moving event.
To walk alongside thousands of others, most of us completely unknown to each other, in peaceful recognition of an impending problem concerning us all, was an unforgettable experience. An experience which I used to know as a student when peaceful protest came as naturally as going to the pub. Have we lost the art and spirit of public protest? Do we no longer care? Or, indeed, has the cynicism of modern politics with its shiny spin disillusioned us such that we are reduced to inaction? Protest is positive and democracy can’t just be left to the ballot box. It has to be a continual dialogue with those who lead us if it is to have any meaning.
Nelson’s column – London Climate Change march, December 2007
Approaching Trafalgar Square
Ecological message by bike – “Love your Mum”
Polar bears, totem creatures for those to be the soonest affected.
Photographically, it was fascinating to stand alongside Nikon-toting press photographers with my 50p plastic camera.