In which I seek a better word to describe a profoundly uplifting sensation.
Religious tradition has been being ‘undermined’ in Britain since recorded history began—most of the time by people of a distinctly religious persuasion.
In all my years visiting the Dee Marshes, I had never looked across them from the Welsh side.
Getting to know a place well means knowing what to look forward to, and appreciating when something unusual happens.
To think of all the deliciously immoral acts I could have been getting up to today, if only it had occurred to me I needn’t be impeded by any sense of right or wrong.
On the humbling, comforting realisation that the natural world gets on perfectly well without us.
‘Notes from Walnut Tree Farm’ is by far my favourite Roger Deakin book. His assembled notes and jottings are packed full of ideas. The signal-to-noise ratio is phenomenal.
Struggling to identify a species is the best way to learn.
In which I describe a few of my favourite bridges from my photo-project ‘Hebden's Other Bridges’.
My photo-book of bridges in the Hebden Bridge area is now available.