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Reading Kathleen Jamie’s piece about the corncrake1, I realise again how few birds I recognise...

Nesting. Breeding. Empty nest syndrome. Whenever we use the bird analogy for our desires for...

Towards the end of April, I begin to get back out into the garden. I do a bit here and there,...

It is Beltane. I did not get up at dawn to wash my face in the dew. I forgot to step out and...

Picking up where I left off last week, what is there actually growing here, between the things I ...

“In a busy, suburban place in lowland Britain, one of the most nature-depleted countries on the...

It is still April and I am still looking for magic and miracles, still looking to see the...

The poets couldn’t agree about April. From abroad Browning wrote, Oh to be in England, now...

Writing about change in my journal yesterday: everything can change in an instant, it might...

When I'm feeling low - and let's face it we all go there sometimes - I need to remind myself...

Rummaging in the back-office files for something specific that I felt would be a good lead into a...

Naturally I live among crows. They roost and feed in the cemetery. I see them strutting about...

We were walking back through the water meadows. It was late February and we had wandered the...

This isn’t about today. It is about last week. I say that because I changed the title in the...

A weekend away... I left the half-finished novel at home. Lyra and Will in the land of the...

I am not a masochist, let me get that out in the open right away. I do not like pain. I am...

Another dark, wet, not-motivated-to-go-out kind of day. I don’t have to go out, so that’s ok....

There are those who say you should never discard any of your writing. It may be just what you’ll...

One day this week someone asked me if I was a medical person, because of some of the things I...

Overwhelm is such a tempting canyon to wander into. That’s my only excuse. Given the lack of...