A Right to Roam?

First, a story. Perhaps an over-simplification, and there may be inaccuracies (history and facts are not my strong points), but this is how I see things.

Since the invasion of the Normans (in the eleventh century), we in this country have become separated from nature. Firstly, the Normans parcelled up huge chunks of land (like Cornwall) and divided them among themselves, concentrating land ownership in the hands of the few. Then in the seventeenth to nineteenth centuries, these few decided to take for their own the common land which ordinary people used for food and fuel. They fenced it off and instituted a more intensive form of agriculture which meant that many lost their homes and livelihoods. With the advent of the industrial revolution, these destitute country people moved to cities to look for work (where they lived in poverty and squalor and probably never saw even a blade of grass).

We are still suffering the effects of these events, to the extent that 1 per cent of the population of England owns half the country (Who Owns England? and The Lie of the Land by Guy Shrubsole, 2019 and 2024) and about 85 per cent of us are urban. We are excluded from 92 per cent of the land and 97 per cent of its waterways (The Book of Trespass by Nick Hayes, 2020).

This is not healthy, either physically or spiritually. We need fresh air and exercise. We need nature for the world to make sense. We need the sense of freedom that wild nature brings. We need to know about nature so that we care for it and protect the planet.

The Lockdown emphasised this, as nature was all we had left. Many more people than before went out for walks in the country and, unfortunately, some farmers and landowners reacted badly to this, enclosing footpaths with wire fences and padlocking gates. Making the situation even worse.

I call this sort of footpath a gulag. The bridge is for animals.

Locked into the footpath and out of the countryside

Enter the Right to Roam , an organisation started in 2021 by Hayes and Shrubsole which campaigns for England and Wales to have the right that Scotland already does.

The Ramblers organisation is also campaigning for more access to the countryside. An Act of 2000 gave us the right to walk freely over mountain, moor, heath and downland. They want that expanded to cover woodland, watersides and more grassland. Woodland alone would more than double our freedom.

A right to roam wouldn’t mean that people can walk wherever they like without consideration, but it would mean that we might be able to enjoy more of our beautiful country – swimming in rivers, camping out under the night sky, exploring wild places, going off-piste.

A Duchy of Cornwall wood, with access barred by the sign above. So enticing.

An overgrown watermeadow, currently out of bounds. Is there anything more beautiful?

There would of course be responsibilities on both sides. We would need to respect crops and farm animals, and avoid damaging the countryside with, for example, litter and fires. There would be exclusion zones around places such as houses. Landowners on the other hand couldn’t needlessly obstruct access.

But, in the end, it could be of benefit to us all. The public would be better educated about what to do and not do when out and about. We could share guardianship of the countryside with farmers and landowners, which might help safeguard nature. Farmers could make friends with their communities and feel less isolated and misunderstood. We’d all be happier and healthier.

That is my dream.

And here are a couple of pictures of things going right, of farmers engaging with visitors – a taste, I hope, of things to come.

Devon, 2020

Kent, 2025

*I read elsewhere that in the UK as a whole 1 percent of the population owns 70 percent of the land, but I'm checking this figure.

The Cosmic Tarot

Because I’m embarrassed to be talking about myself so much in this blog, I thought that this time I’d share with you a tarot reading I did two weeks ago. Then you might at least find some interest in that esoteric art, even if not my internal ramblings.

I first learnt about tarot reading 27 years ago from a compelling woman who might or might not have been psychic. But you certainly believed everything she said, and she took me under her wing. She made the cards come alive for me in a way that all the learned books (by men) that I’d read hadn’t.

I do believe that magic sometimes happens in tarot-reading – when a certain card brings me out in goosepimples or strange coincidences appear in the fall of the cards – but on the whole I look at it as simply a case of noting the effect that the archetypal images have on me and weaving a story from them. We all know more about each other and ourselves than we realise. We just have to tap into that knowledge.

Sometimes I read for other people but I feel grossly under-qualified to do so and find it a huge responsibility. It is however a good way of opening up subjects for discussion. When reading for myself the results are variable. Sometimes the cards are meaningless, sometimes they’re only wish-fulfilment, and just occasionally they’re extraordinary.

This was one of those times.

The reading

My intention and the random card

I held the cards in my hand and pondered my intention for the reading. I wanted hope, I decided and clarity about something that had been plaguing me for several months. Then as I shuffled the pack this card fell out, and Cheryl, my teacher, always said that you should pay attention to these random cards.

 

It’s a lovely one, isn’t it. At XIX (19) it’s near the end of the cycle of the Major Arcana, the 22 cards that deal with our soul’s journey. I took it to be a good omen because it means happiness, being reborn, seeing the world with the freshness and joy of a child. It doesn’t mean that you’ve finally got the answers to life, the universe and everything. It just means that you’re on the right track at the moment.

Thank god for that, I thought.

The spread

Then I laid the cards out in my favourite ‘spread’ (arrangement) – five cards, with the first two representing the past, the third and centre card the here and now and the final two the future near or far (timing is not a forte of tarot reading, any more than it is of weather forecasting). You can use any spread you like so long as you’re clear in your mind as to what the positions mean.

 

Cards 1 and 2

These were the first two cards.

Oh dear, oh dear. I didn’t have any secrets, did I, from the powers that be (the powers that control the fall of the cards).

‘Anonymous’ commented on my previous post that it must be difficult for me to imagine a new life when I was happy with the old one. Well, sort of. Frog and I knew we wanted to be together but we both had ‘issues’ and they clashed, and for years we had terrible fights. By the time he died we’d reached stalemate and I knew his death was my chance to finally sort myself out – in my own time, in my own way, however messy the process.

So that’s what I’ve been doing for the last three and a half years – without much reward I was beginning to think. Why didn’t I look for a close male companion, or CMC as I put it in my journal? (Not husband. One was enough. You can only be married once.) Having a CMC might alleviate my grief for Frog and enable me to deal further with my issues. How nice it would be to fall in love again, I thought. I deserved it. Surely it was time.

But it wasn’t happening and I was getting more and more stressed about the whole thing.

And wasn’t this just what the cards were saying? Neither of the couples is actually together. Neither is kissing. There’s a gap between them. There’s indecision, lack of confidence. Well, that’s how they appeared to me anyway.

I was going down a blind alley, the cards said, and I knew they were right.

Card 3

I laid out card number three, the one concerned with the here and now.

How interesting that the card showed a female person. She had to be me, looking rather severe.

The 56 Minor Arcana, like ordinary playing cards, come in four suits with four court cards in each suit – princess, queen, prince, king. The suit of Swords, as here, represents the mind – the intellectual side of life, thoughts.

I was brought up to rely on the mind but it wasn’t working for me any more, if it ever had. It was my soul that had got me through the years since Frog’s death but my mind kept scoffing. It was horrible. It was my mind that had come up with this crazy idea about a CMC and worn me out with it.

My mind needed to know its place, said the card. We also had body, emotions and spirit (as in the other three tarot suits – and according to Jung). I needed to remember that I was only a princess and not yet a queen. I didn’t know everything. How comforting that was. 

Card 4

This was card number four, from the suit of Pentacles, representing the body and the physical world – money, houses and security – and this card showed lots of activity in that area.

How apt, I thought. That was also me over the last few years: clearing Frog’s mountains of stuff, having work done to the house in case I wanted to downsize, taking on the myriad practical jobs that Frog did, getting used to the scariness of managing alone, trying to stay healthy while staggering between sleepless nights.

That activity wasn’t finished yet, said the card. There was still more to do. That’s what I needed to focus on – not romantic dreams.

OK, I could cope with that. It was quite a relief, actually.

Card 5

This was the final card.

Put simply, this beautiful card means hope, which was extraordinary given that hope was exactly what I’d asked for before doing the reading. It means following your star. It means that you are a star. At number 17 in the Major Arcana it’s near the end of the spiritual cycle, like The Sun, and another celestial body.

The card told me to write, as that is where I feel most me, where I touch my star.

It gave me permission to believe in a higher (celestial) world.

It answered everything, as did the whole spread.

So there was a pattern. We are connected. All is well.

Note
Tarot probably dates back to medieval times but the best-known traditional pack is the Rider-Waite one of 1909. Modern tarot packs, and there are many of them, are easier to read because they rely less on symbols and more on pictures. I use the Cosmic Tarot (of 1988) because that was the one Cheryl used. Thanks to the artist Norbert Lősche and the publisher (of my edition) F X Schmid. There are other later publishers.