Every spring, something happens in Britain that ranks alongside any wildlife spectacle you might see on telly.
Geology doesn't receive the recognition it deserves. Our modern understanding of how the world formed and evolved is one of science’s great triumphs.
In which I attempt to grow blackthorn seedlings from sloes collected last autumn.
…when it's a marsh harrier.
I have provided an article for a new anthology about wading birds.
In which I witness a peregrine and marsh harrier hunting together—almost as a team.
When you see a bird often enough, its jizz begins to rub off on you—if you'll pardon the expression.
My fifth annual video slideshow review of the year.
In which I discover (and get to name) an overlooked tributary of the Humber.
Not wishing to boast, but Richard Carter didn't get C-minuses—and he certainly didn't get SEE MEs.