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Gardening instructions can often get lost in translation – and none is harder to interpret than “create a good tilth”.
Fort’s new book is alive to the poetry that stirs the human soul while fishing.
Each species has its own style; some rise high in the air and hover, scanning the ground for tell-tale signs of movement, while others twist and dart.
One of the great consolations is gardening’s predictability. Plants want to grow, and so long as you give them soil, water and light, they will do their thing. It’s reassuring.
Now is the time to be buying your seed potatoes – allow me to recommend a few.
There are books that give the impression at least half a gardener’s waking hours are spent in the potting shed. But do you have one, and more importantly, when did you last see anybody else with one?
I am left feeling unnerved by the sudden presence of a bird wreathed in superstition and legend at my kitchen window.
Dara McAnulty's Diary of a Young Naturalist is written in tumbling, intelligent, young prose that rolls quickly through the year.
Now more than ever, we should learn from our prehistoric ancestors’ reverence for the Earth.
Consumer demand is unlikely to die along with the 17 million mink culled in Denmark over coronavirus fears. Can anything stop the iniquitous fur trade?
This column – which, though named after a line in Shakespeare's Richard II, refers to the whole of Britain – has run in the NS since 1934.
