The rural landscape of John Phillpotts boyhood has changed irrevocably over the last halfcentury. The elm that celebrated Warwickshire Weed of folklore has been lost to disease urban sprawl continues apace and motorways now disturb the tranquillity of fields that once knew only the sound of cattle birdsong and the rumble of the farmers tractor. But paradise lost Not quite because the river flows on through the valley as it has done for millennia the rook parliaments can still be seen high o