Nature Studies by Michael McCarthy: The debt I owe to Dodder, Baldmoney and Sneezewort
Michael McCarthy, formerly the Independent’s longstanding Environment Editor, now its Environment Columnist, is one of Britain’s leading writers on the environment and the natural world. He has won a string of awards for his work, including Environment Journalist of the Year (three times) and Specialist Writer of the Year in the British Press Awards in 2001. In 2007 he was awarded the Medal of the RSPB for “Outstanding Services to Conservation,” in 2010 he was awarded the Silver Medal of the Zoological Society of London, and in 2011 the Dilys Breeze Medal of the British Trust for Ornithology. In 2009 McCarthy published Say Goodbye To The Cuckoo (John Murray), a study of Britain’s declining migrant birds.
Friday 23 December 2011
Our initial encounters with real stories, with fully formed characters and narrative, can shape us for many years to come, and recently I was put in mind of the first story, the first proper book, with which I completely engaged.
It was an epic, in the old-fashioned, precise sense of the term: a long account of heroic adventures. But it was not large-scale, in the way that The Iliad and The Odyssey are large-scale epics, mainly because its heroes were gnomes.
It was called The Little Grey Men, and its author signed himself merely by initials: "BB". (I discovered many years later that BB's real name was Denys Watkins-Pitchford.) I opened it when I was seven years old, and was from the first page lost in the world of its principal characters, Dodder, Baldmoney and Sneezewort (all, by the way, named after rather uncommon English wildflowers).
They were very small people, about a foot or 18 inches tall, with long flowing beards; Dodder, the oldest, had a wooden leg. But they were different from the sort of gnomes you might expect to come across in the genre of High Fantasy which has so obsessed us for the past decade, in Harry Potter and The Lord of The Rings and their imitators. They had no magical powers. They were grounded not in fantasy, but in realism.
Although they were able to converse with the wild creatures around them – the author's one concession to the idea of gnomic difference – they lived, and struggled to live, in the world just as we do, concerned about finding enough food, and keeping warm. But there was more: they were a dying race. They were the last gnomes left in England.
I remember the shiver I experienced when I first read those words. I think it was an inchoate sense, even in a boy of seven, of the transfixing nature of the end of things. It was clear that they could not survive the creeping urbanisation, and the modernisation of agriculture which even then – the book was written in 1942 – were spreading across the countryside. They were anachronisms. The world had moved on from them. Like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, their time was done.
So much the braver, then, their decision to undertake a great adventure, to make an expedition to find their long-lost brother Cloudberry – ah, Cloudberry! So sad! – who had never returned after setting out one day to discover the source of the small Warwickshire river, the Folly Brook, on the banks of which they lived, in the capacious roots of an oak tree.
I was wholly captivated by their quest, and by its unexpected dénouement; just as I was captivated by Down the Bright Stream, the sequel, which I asked for and was given for Christmas the following year, when I was eight. In the second book, the gnomes' existential crisis reaches its climax; they address it in a most original way, ultimately successfully.
Ever since, I have carried something of their saga with me, but it's not simply the story. It has been something I internalised, in my Merseyside suburban home, at the very first reading: the milieu in which the adventures take place. It is the very opposite of the milieu of The Lord of The Rings, with its Dark Lords and wizards, its fortresses and mountains, its vast clashing armies; it is merely Warwickshire, leafy Warwickshire, Shakespeare's county. There's no Mount Doom with its volcanic fires, merely the Folly Brook, with its kingfishers and otters and minnows, an unsentimental view of a small and intimate and charming countryside, with its small and intimate and charming creatures. And there it is, there is how I have been shaped, since the age of seven: it is a vision of England, and I have loved it all my life.
Three-quarters of extremely hot days influenced by man-made global warming, scientists say
Britain's bluebells now face a fight for their very survival
Lynx to be reintroduced into wild in Britain after a 1,300-year absence
Have you heard 'the hum'? Mystery of Earth's low droning noise could now be solved
Animal Extinction - the greatest threat to mankind
- 1 Migrant crisis: Greek soldier saved 20 people singlehandedly off Rhodes beach
- 2 Frank Lampard's face drops when Holly Willoughby introduces him as a 'Man City legend'
- 3 UK weather: Britain braced for snow as arctic air mass moves in
- 4 Aaron and Melissa Klein: Oregon anti-gay bakers ordered to pay $135,000 after refusing to make cake for same-sex wedding
- 5 General Election 2015: Stephen Hawking says he will vote Labour
General Election 2015: Chuka Umunna on the benefits of immigration, humility – and his leader Ed Miliband
The sickening truth about food banks that the Tories don't want you to know
Aaron and Melissa Klein: Oregon anti-gay bakers ordered to pay $135,000 after refusing to make cake for same-sex wedding
Andrew Lloyd Webber: Phantom of the Opera writer mocked after issuing a warning about Ed Miliband and Nicola Sturgeon
General election 2015: Labour will toughen hate crimes legislation surrounding Islamophobia
HSBC review into moving headquarters from UK 'underway'
£16000 - £25000 per annum: Recruitment Genius: A Photographer/ Floor planner /...
£30000 - £40000 per annum: Ashdown Group: Front-End Developer - Guildford/Craw...
£13500 - £15000 per annum: Recruitment Genius: A Customer Service Assistant is...
£16000 - £35000 per annum: Recruitment Genius: An ambitious and motivated Sale...