The Moor is looking decidedly lacklustre this August.
On the advantages of being a crap gardener.
An unplanned visit to the flooded Dee Marshes is rewarded with a wildlife spectacle.
In celebration of my adopted star.
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.
On the humbling, comforting realisation that the natural world gets on perfectly well without us.
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’.
In which I return to a favourite childhood haunt after a gap of 40 years.