From Bryn Glover, Kirkby Malzeard, North Yorkshire, UK
With great pleasure, I can report to being at one with Richard Webb’s piece, “At one with nature”.
Unlike Webb, however, and to the ongoing dismay of my family, I still don’t possess a smartphone (or any portable communications device) (28 August, p 44). This is despite strenuous efforts on their part to demonstrate that a walk in the country needn’t involve racking my brain as I try to recall names of flowers and fungi learned for school exams more than 60 years ago.
What they don’t realise is that this struggle is part of the pleasure, and that to finally wrench out a Linnaean binomial is intensely gratifying. I picked up in Webb’s penultimate entry that he, too, was approaching this state of mind.
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