I had an urge to write this- I wonder if it will happen...
The Green Tunnel
It was around that time that local councils decided to stop
pollarding the tree stocks in avenues, parks and public gardens.
A gradual outgrowth from the trees and shrubs produced a thicker,
darker effect generally. The trees that had once been kept uniform
with a neat and tidy appearance, quickly began to fulfill their
natural tendencies: limbs grew long and thick, reaching up and out,
becoming like the wild trees you find in old, untouched forest, where
the forester has not practiced his art.
Leaving the house, the suburbanites become aware of the street and
the general air of forest or wood that pervades.
Right outside front doors there is now a tunnel, green and verdant.
Great elm trunks, with vast root systems seem to block the way along
with fallen trunks, and old rotting tree stumps. Ferns abound, with
mosses and funghi coming in, which are a natural part of a woodland
ecosystem. Huge groaning oaks stand at the corner of the street.
People leaving the house for work quickly become distracted by the
fun of simply being in a wood. Having to climb over or around
obstacles causes some folk to abandon their original journey, and
settle instead for collecting fire wood or building a light bower or
shelter for resting and contemplating in.
The new atmosphere of course attracts animal life, and the local wild
creatures that had adapted to urban living, now flourish and have a
good old time. Foxes, badgers, crows and moles settle down and people
begin to stay at home, reading, carving and knitting more. Tellys
break, but there is still a bit of internet, and plenty of
vegetables, wild roots and tubers. Hobbies take off hugely. Most
people work a couple of days a week, just to make enough diodes and
chips to build some basic computers. Innovations in bio electrics
produce plenty of free electricity, along with mechanically driven
household items like coffee grinders etc.
It's all quite a change really. Everybody is always referring to
Huxley's Island. It's sort of the same as now, but slower. Some
people become frustrated and get quite agitated and spiky- they have
a difficult time of it and that is a fact.
Roads are kept open, so the bakers van still makes it's round though.
Corporation heads simply become frazzled and fraught. Most of em sort
of implode, or spontaneously combust, leaving a sticky black and
charred mark on the floorboards. Shame. Lackeys lick their own arses
instead of their bosses', or become side attractions in small
travelling funfairs.
and so it goes
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