A curious legal artefact introduced by the coalition government; ‘The Infrastructure Act’ of 2015, classes species at one time native in plenty, once driven extinct, as outlaws in their own lands.
There is a strange anti-native malaise sweeping the UK. Brexit built on this anti-immigration rhetoric, perpetuating fears that ‘open doors’ meant closed doors on job opportunities for a perceived ‘British citizen’, locked doors on housing and swinging the UK wide open to terrorism. All these issues are complex and multifaceted in a way the campaigns in the lead up to the EU Referendum failed to communicate – instead we were given a scapegoat on which to pour all our problems. These fears, I believe, have become part of an ideology that extends into all aspects of our British culture – a culture of fear, blame and ignorance. And it extends into the realm of conservation too.
Bulbous heads resting like washed up buoys – a curious flotsam for the tide to drag in. The onlookers ogle round with mouths agape, mirrored by the narrow-toothed mouths of these ocean giants, frozen in their last moments gasping for life. Their angular and powerful flukes lie limpid in the sand. It is a sight somewhat filled with fascination, yet mired by an understanding that this magnificent creature will never return to the sea.