Why do we insulate ourselves from the grandeur of nature about us?

If you sail into Chichester Harbour at sunset around 5.00pm on a winter’s January day, you are alone in a watery wilderness, greeted by hundreds of birds rising from and resting in the water. The light is a steely grey, flecked with orange.

Lights come on, orange in distant houses, but how in southern England with hundreds of thousands of people within a few miles, you are alone.