In a properly ordered world there would be no tussocks. God himself found no place for tussocks in the Garden of Eden. That at least is the thinking of today's best known god substitute, Natural England. They therefore insist that this is another management opportunity for the the obsessive conservation grazing lobby that wishes to fill the whole country with extravagantly defecating farm livestock. Another score or two of sheep and a dozen cattle will sort out these tussocks they believe, presumably to bring the grassland close to some ideal surface. Like what? A bowling green? The Oval outfield?
Well there are plenty of sheep up here at the moment but they are hardly motivated to tussle with these tussocks. A few scattered sheep droppings can be seen but elsewhere, away from the tussocks there is an ordurific abundance.
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