All will be lost

I read that the last Oaks planted by the Victorians are coming to maturity, and the that when harvested the Oak will become an increasingly rare tree in our countryside, as over the years few have been planted to compensate for those to be harvested. How shit is that, man, really! Surely, the Oak is one of our symbolic and emblematic countryside trees, the majestic Oak King of the forest. We've already lost the mighty Elm, now the Ash is under threat, and you rarely see Limes any more. Does anybody care though? Apparently, from the article I read, only from an economic perspective. What bollocks. I despair, man. We're already haemorrhaging trees, towns are cutting them down and infrastructure firms are clearing them. Old England is really dying. Not the tired establishment tropes, outdated structures or the purposefully skewed jingoistic views of our history, nor our tarnished ideas around national pride (all things which really do need to die), but the actual land of England, its flora and fauna. Sadly when people tell you they 'love their country', it's invariably the former fake and hollow narratives they mean, not the real tangible natural matrix which actually is their country. On so many levels we're a really stupid people, our wilful ignorance will always be our Achilles heel, mire our progress and inevitably lead to our downfall. Still, Love Island's back on telly.