Good morrow all! And apologies for the huge interval since the last post. I trust you have enjoyed the unnatural, unseasonal but intensely pleasant faux summer.
'I think I'd be more comfortable and pull a less lugubrious face if someone would kindly remove the old fashioned terry nappy.' A Malayan tapir Tapirus indicus, at London Zoo. The Zoological Society of London has ongoing conservation projects in more than 50 countries, worldwide.
As usual, the pictures have nothing to do with the text, on this post. We just visited London Zoo, recently, with our daughters and grandchildren. Click on pix for a larger view.
Three thought-provoking things in the last couple of days.
1
. I'm increasingly worried about rare breeds.
Not long ago the PG purchased, from a farmers' market stall, what looked like an excellent piece of rump steak. It was dark, correctly matured and begged to be lightly seared in our cast iron, ribbed griddle and eaten with salad and really thin, rattly chips. But the meat turned out to have the consistency of shoe leather and lacked what I call a proper steak flavour.
The steak came from a Longhorn, I believe, and was sold at a substantial premium because of being a rare breed.
In my experience, the finest steaks on earth, to this day, come from grass-fed, preferably Scottish raised Aberdeen Angus - until recently, the Western World's most popular beef breed.
And this morning, on BBC Radio 4's
Farming Today I
listened to a posh Chef from somewhere or other, saying that Middle White pigs provided superior pork
because there was so much fat, and it had so much flavour. Now in this age of health-obsession, where doctors blench and reach for defibrillator if you so much as
hint that you might eat meat more than once a month – and only then, if there's an 'R' in it – isn't an excess of
animal fat in cooking a very
bad thing?
And didn't rare breeds become rare because they were superseded by better ones, in which geneticists have invested almost a century of careful selection to come up with animals which gain the right sort of weight - ie, more muscle than fat - in the most efficient manner possible?
Modern, well farmed pork is spectacularly lean. Back-fat, on modern bacon, is about a centimetre thick, these days, which is healthier than the old fashioned couple of inches – if you dare eat bacon at all, because the Health Police want it made illegal, owing to the toxic preservatives and the fact that eating cured or salted meat is as self-destructive as jumping off Tower Bridge and seeing how far you can fly, by flapping your bare arms, before hitting the Thames and being swept off to Southend in the tidal rip.
Is it possible that rare breed meat is just a tad over-hyped? It's great for fanciers and hobby farmers to preserve and sustain such breeds. Those treasured and cosseted gene pools could have great future value, and I'm enormously in favour of that kind of conservation. Indeed, if taxpayers money must be squandered on farming subsidies, I'd prefer rare breed conservers to get the dosh, than pampered arable grain barons.
But whenever I eat a piece of topside, rasher of properly cured bacon, or a rack of lamb, I'd rather take what my butcher currently offers – meat acquired from local commercial farmers who make wise use of the remarkable progress made in animal breeding.
Tulipa 'Hearts Delight,' a kaufmanniana or 'Waterlily' type of surpassing charm. This one is flowering outside our back door.
2. The GM debate is opening again this year
Rothamsted Agricultural Research Station is conducting a trial with wheat, genetically modified with material from the peppermint plant. Pheromones from the modified wheat not only repel sap-sucking insects, but attract their predators.
If the trial is successful, it could lead the way to a new wave of cereal varieties which can match the yields of current high performers, but without the need for costly and potentially contaminating pesticides.
No doubt the arguments will polarise, with the anti-crowd campaigning to continue the ban on GM, and the 'science lobby' – whatever that may be – claiming that the only way to feed the world is with full-on, intensive, science-based agriculture.
But the world is closer to a crisis point than many of us care to believe. Nations like China and India, with burgeoning economies – tomorrow's superpowers – seem to be adopting unsustainable 'Western' lifestyles. Demands for cereals and meat continue to grow and, under current technology, it is not possible to continue the required growth in yields.
Modern, intensive agriculture is oil-based and there aren't the resources left, to achieve the growth targets as set out by UN's Food and Agriculture Organisation. (If you want to take this seriously, have a
look at this PDF )
So we have to find other ways in which to increase yields. Organic production cannot be dismissed. But it does not, in its current form, appear able to produce the yield growth needed. Indeed, if the world were to go all organic tomorrow, yields would plummet and commodity shortages would be catastrophic. (You might say that serves Mankind right, but it's a bit difficult to think that way, when you see footage of children dying of thirst or starvation.)
If modifying genes could result in crops which can deliver high yields, without needing unsustainable inputs, would that not be an extremely good thing? Should we not, therefore, follow this trial's progress with interest, or at least, with open minds?
There was a time when Westminster City Council produced some of the finest bedding displays on earth. But this one, in the Embankment Gardens just below the National Liberal Club, shows how low they have sunk. And whose idea was it, not just to use heucheras, but with those tulips? I blame Maggie. It was her government which dumped parks' in-house nurseries and enforced competitive tenders by contractors. You get what you pay for.
3. Bees, synthetic nicotinoids and motivation.
Finally – and heaven bless you, if you've come this far – Channel Four News interviewed a British research team, recently, who have identified a stronger link between use of neo-nicotinoids, such as found in Provado, and bee behaviour.
Species of bumblebee appear to lose their sense of direction and are unable to forage effectively when subjected to low levels of imidacloprid. The research continues.
French work on honeybees and another neo-nicotinoiod, thiamethoxam, also points to a possible link with Colony Collapse Disorder, where worker bees lose the ability to navigate and, put crudely, just slope off, thereby cutting of the food supply.
Neither team have proven, conclusively, that the pesticides are responsible for the decline in bee populations but it's a pretty strong indicator.
There are plenty of other causes of bumble bee decline, such as habitat loss and climate change. BUT, after seeing a summary of
Dr. Whitehorn's findings so far, I'm restricting Provado to my greenhouse from now on. Shame about the beetles which will devour my lily plants, but I'd rather have the bees.
Narcissus 'Rapture' - one of the best of the Cyclamineus hybrids and loving life in my garden.
I'm listening to Bach's
Saint Matthew Passion, obviously!
This week's film was Francois Truffaut's
Les Quatre Cent Coups. This is 'Nouvelle Vague' when it was still nouvelle and exciting. A film with a strong story element, following the tribulations of a boy whose parents dislike him.
This day next week, I'll be at a concert performance of Wagner's Parsifal, in Birmingham. Can't wait. The tunes are so catchy, the story so amazingly fast-moving and the leading lady such a peach! (Not) Do you think Wagnerians are closet masochists? Now, where's that self-operated bastinado?
And I think that's more than enough for you to cope with.
