In Part 2 of his three part investigation, Adam Weymouth goes in search of the place where the last wolf in Scotland was killed….
Later this month falls the seventieth anniversary of the Nuremberg Tribunal. There’ll be familiar grainy newsreels of Nazi leaders in the specially constructed dock, a pontificating Goering grandstanding before the microphone, solemn faces of prosecutors and judges.
Alladale Estate is 28,000 acres of land, and it comprises two valleys, Glen Alladale and Glen Mór. From its highest peak, Meall nam Fuaran, they say that on a good day you can see the sea both ways. After Ardgay, fifteen miles to the east, the road turns into a single-track lane, and a few miles later it becomes unsurfaced, bordered by the River Carron on one side and Amat Forest on the other, one of the final remaining stands of old growth that remain now in the Highlands.
A few fishermen line the bank, heron-like, dressed top to toe in tweed and tartan. From the entrance to the estate it is two miles to the lodge. The river tumbles. The taxi lurches through the potholes. A tawny owl drops from a branch ahead and glides away into the trees.
Kesia, 17, suffered serious mental distress while she was locked away, pulling clumps of her hair and banging her head against concrete cell walls….
The tweet sparked outrage and national media coverage. But mental health professionals and charities weren’t surprised. Mental health services have always been underfunded and,…
“I don’t know about you, but sometimes I just don’t feel like it. You know what I mean?” Tammy WhyNot is sat at the front of the stage in a blue boiler suit and peroxide blonde wig, and she is taking us into her confidence.
“I always thought I was going to be one of those people,” she says, “who had a girlfriend or a boyfriend in every town. Or that I was gonna be like one of those Duracell bunnies that hop from bed to bed. I at least thought I was gonna have sex on my death bed. But recently, I kind of just don’t feel like it. And I don’t quite know how to feel about that.” She looks up at us, shrugs, shakes her head.
When twenty-three years ago Bechir agreed, like all his fellow soldiers in the Saharawi People’s Liberation Army (SPLA), to put away his weapons and bring to an end a twenty-year war waged against Morocco for the liberation of Western Sahara, he still had some doubts as to the wisdom of this decision. He knew that the diplomatic route would be full of obstacles and pitfalls, but he hoped that the commitment of the international community could lead to concrete results, without more bloodshed.
But since 1991, the year of the UN-brokered ceasefire that should have paved the way to a referendum for the independence of this part of the desert, nothing, literally nothing has changed for the Saharawi people.
Simon, 51, wears a pastel pink cotton shirt beneath a dark Parka for his second court appearance. At the far end of the waiting…
In 2014 more than 100,000 social landlords issued possession claims against tenants. Most of those people face eviction because they can’t find the money…
Jeremy Paxman sits back comfortably in his chair. Hands folded in front of him. Clipboard of questions resting on his knee. It is 9pm on 26 March 2015. It is the night of the ‘Leaders Debates’, which kicks off the British General Election Campaign. No Newsnight for Jeremy for nine months. No politicians to devour in all that time. How will Paxman react to finally being let off the leash? What will his opening gambit be?
“David Cameron, do you know how many food banks there were in this country when you came to power?” “I don’t have the exact figures but I know that usage of food banks has gone up and there are many amazing volunteers who man those food banks and provide an important service”