That lockdown 'essay'! Littered with poor English - 'how can you bare it?' (don’t Penguin proofread anything?), but also -
My daughter’s life changed, from one where she ran free in the natural world to one where she lived in a grey landscape, away from the light. We moved to a small house in a spot tucked away from the wind and the weather, where the only natural view we had was of a tiny strip of blue sky above our heads. Until someone made the most unexpected offer and we found ourselves moving to a neglected, overused farm, where the fields were stripped bare by over-grazing and the land was polluted with every kind of agricultural waste. But the owner had a dream that we could find a way to bring back the wildlife to a place where only a few sparrows squabbled in the hedgerows and two crows watched from a tree. A no-man’s land for wild things
is that 'small house…where the only natural view…was of a tiny strip of blue sky' the Cornish flat she talks about in the Country Living interview, offered to them by a generous stranger, where Moth was happy and started a degree in horticulture, and which they were reluctant to leave when ANOTHER kind benefactor offered them ANOTHER place to live (their current home, presumably)?
I think the stories are all getting a bit muddled.