The war on Japanese knotweed
“I caught the odd feeling that I had come to the future world from which human beings had departed. Vegetation would be renewed year after year. Hybridised itadori would be the main creature in this area.”
Hiking the Trans-Bhutan Trail
When I visited, the king had thrown open a restored version of an ancient route: once populated only by farmers ambling to their fields, royal messengers hurrying from court to court, and divine madmen scattering grain.
