With half an hour to kill in Hebden Bridge, I head over to the river to see if there are any dippers around.
How I eventually overcame my reluctance to write in my precious notebooks.
How a passage from W.G. Sebald's The Rings of Saturn might give a clue to some family history.
My dad's dog and I both pursue swallows in our own way.
One thing I hadn't really appreciated, when walking dogs in the countryside, is just how much more you can end up seeing.