In which I return to a favourite childhood haunt after a gap of 40 years.
How I use the Scrivener writing app to gather and organise a mass of vague ideas for future articles.
Not wishing to boast, but Richard Carter didn't get C-minuses—and he certainly didn't get SEE MEs.
I’ve never seen stars remotely approaching those in Anglesey. There are so damn many of them. Thousand upon thousand. Too many to count.
On the unlikely 17th and 18th-century German fashion of keeping tree frogs to forecast the weather.
August on the Dee Marshes and the Pennine Moors, including encounters with a bolshie pheasant, a practising peregrine, and a flirty wheatear.
…The best writing advice I ever received.
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.
For my 50th birthday, a friend beyond compare organised a very special birthday present for the only self-confessed ‘Darwin groupie’ in her life.