Our hearts go out when we see one of those awful pictures of a disoriented, lost orangutan in the debris of clear-cut rainforest somewhere in Indonesia, which up to a few hours ago, had been the orangutan’s ancestral home for millennia. And now utterly destroyed, so we can have cheap multipurpose palm oil. In contrast, when we look at a picture of the rolling British countryside with fields of golden wheat or barley or lush green grass, with an oak tree here or there, most of us are reassured by this vision of an idyllic rural tranquility, seemingly unchanged since