Magic in the sky, on land and at sea: a late ramble can give you a new perspective on the world.
Hares should be ubiquitous on these hills and gorselands at dusk, enchanting us with their elegant play.
Marías’ masterful expression of his characters' psychological weather, combined with Margaret Jull Costa's gifted translation, makes for rewarding reading.
Surely there's a better way to teach children to venerate life than the current biology curriculum?
In recent years, some of the most beautiful moths have either died out here or are now only rare summer visitors.
There have been times when I’ve felt sick to the stomach at what is being done worldwide by “people” - but the world is moving on a longer timescale than ours.
I loved the walled garden until one day a sign appeared, placed there by developers and warning me to keep out.
Our interactions with trees nourish our inner life, even at the darkest times.
"A midwinter spring, of sorts, / the day you died. . ."
A good winter walk can be found almost anywhere, and the rules are few - but worth observing.
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