Hallowe’en, or All Saints’ Eve, or el Día de los Muertos, or – as I pointed out to everyone’s surprise – the Scottish festival Samhuinn marks the beginning of winter.
The poet John Burnside on the heart and artistry of Leonard Cohen
It wasn’t like in the cartoons at all: speed wasn’t a factor, or at least it wouldn’t be, until much later in the game.
A Farewell to Ice reveals the sad truth: one day Arctic ice, our planet's air con, will be gone.
Autumn is here, and I'm heading out with Ivor Cutler, forager, poet, songwriter and sage.
Moles are harmless inhabitants of the British landscape but are much persecuted by man.
I went to Switzerland for quiet and found the Vipera aspis – a common species in the canton of Valais.
During the summer months, the Swiss Alps offer one of nature’s most gorgeous spectacles.
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.
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