
The Dutch build to keep the sea out and create some of the most productive farmland in the world while the English on the contrary, merely allow the waves to wash away the countryside while murmuring their mantra HABITAT HABITAT and condemning entire generations of humanity to hypothermia.
Not our overtaxed habitation, mark you, but that of our feathered friends.
So say no to wind turbines and tidal barrages. Say no to clean power and shiver and cough and scan the beaches for well insulated feathered dinosaur descendants - them not us!
Remember Eiderdown! - duck à l'orange and four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. That was before the world lost its senses.
Lets repatriate the hungry pussy cats of Cairo to the estuarine bird roosts so that the poor wingèd creatures are no longer shredded by windmills and the lugworms of the world can sleep easy in their burrows and perhaps the son of man can lay his head on a warm pillow for once, to the sound of grateful purring.