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Here's a thought: if you don't believe in miracles, consider the humble bumble. Look at the...

During the week we were being encouraged once again to see ‘the walk’ – any walk – as ‘a journey’...

I danced with an old man last night. I have no idea who he is, and I’m not using ‘old’ either...

“Will there be rain?” I asked mid-week, under cloudy skies. “Hopefully,” people said. ...

I promise that this is my final ‘oh wow, I loved it’ back-trip through my Douro jaunt. I know...

They say the devil is in the detail…but the truth is that so are the angels, the golden threads,...

“What was your favourite bit,” people ask – the official (dreaded) feedback questionnaire and...

There was a time when I’d come back from a trip with a sheaf of notes and all I had to do was...

I’ve been journalling for a long time, and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t, and...

It had been a week of sad news. A friend described loss as a familiar companion. Sometimes it...

I came to J. A. Baker – as with many of the people I’m referencing right now – through Patrick...

I have never done this before. I have never before stood out a storm. Oh, I’ve watched them...

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...