In which I find myself face-to-beak with Troglodites troglodites.
What links sea-turtles, swifts, and railway viaducts? Plus some handy ornithological photo tips.
Sloth is a much-maligned sin, as our driveway demonstrates.
Every spring, something happens in Britain that ranks alongside any wildlife spectacle you might see on telly.
How I use the Scrivener writing app to gather and organise a mass of vague ideas for future articles.
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.
She might only be a lump of concrete, but I have an immense fondness for trig. point 4144.
In which I witness a peregrine and marsh harrier hunting together—almost as a team.
The weekend on or nearest to St Valentine's Day marks a seasonal ritual for us: the annual pre-spring-cleaning of our blue tit nest-box.