"I don't like this," he said. "I don't like knowing you can't forgive me, Claire. Please, I said I was sorry, what do you want me to do? Beg? I will. I'll get on my knees right here if you want. "
An awful lot of England is slowly eroding, in ways that I find really distressing, and an awful lot of it is the hedgerows. . . We're reaching the point where a lot of the English countryside looks just like Iowa - just kind of open space.