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Ellie HarrisonEllie Harrison - Countryfile

Roadside verges offer something of a double win. For those of us driving from one place to another, they're the consistent green frame mapping the way, more pleasing than hard grey edges. But for life along these borders, it's astonishingly undisturbed: unsprayed, untrodden and, unusual of many habitats these days, unbroken - a freeflow for seed dispersal, pollinators and beyond.

Germaine GreerGermaine Greer

A couple of miles down the road from my house a protected verge was destroyed when an industrial estate redeveloped into a 'research park', demanding a realignment of the road. Before the verge went under Tarmac its topsoil was removed and spread on a new site close by. The result is a sheltered fragment of chalk meadow where wild liquorice, greater knapweed and bird's-foot trefoil can be found. On the other side of the hedge, the new road verge has been repeatedly mown to a rough sward...

Mike DilgerMike Dilger - The One Show

Being a British wildlife presenter who is constantly travelling up and down the country, I can't tell you how   much it lifts me to see a road or motorway verge plastered with primroses in spring or orchids in summer. Our roadside verges must not be considered wasteland, but linear nature reserves which when all added together make the largest lowland meadow in Britain - a habitat which let's not forget is massively under threat. Often devoid of herbicide and insecticide, these wonderful but rarely visited places are so good for flowers that they end up being superb for attendant insects too, and come to think of it the kestrels favour these locations for a good reason as well... S.O.V I say, or Save Our Verges!

Sarah RavenSarah Raven

Doing flowers for my niece's wedding in the south Downs near Alfriston last year, we drove down to the sea on the   Thursday evening to have a swim and I spotted a fantastic stand of Pyramidal orchids - over 100 in perfect nick. We did the same the following day, by which time a roadside flail had severed the tops of 3/4s of the group. Not one had ripe seed at that moment and so the reproducing potential of a fantastically beautiful wild flower was also almost severed. It made me want to cry!