At some time during that fateful night someone said: ‘Whatever the outcome of the referendum, tomorrow the sun will still rise and the birds will sing’.
They did, more brilliantly than ever, though I wondered why. Having woken early to the shocking results, I set off up the Cobstone Hill at 6am in the cool, misty, Chiltern morning, climbing among the fragrant orchids to look back over the village and up the valley.
I went round through the field near Harecramp Farm, where I had seen bee orchids emerging a few weeks ago. There was one in flower, and many pyramid orchids too
Overhead the skylarks sang prodigiously, and the field was full of flowers.
I wondered what the referendum result would mean for these lovely wild things, what protection and encouragement would they have in future? How can we know that our government, who has characterised conservationists as ‘the green blob‘, will continue to fund them? My fears are well expressed by Adrian Colston here.
Even so, on a morning of deep distress and uncertainty, there was comfort in nature.