The 138th anniversary of the death of Charles Darwin. I spent most of this week working on my ‘Darwin book’. I enjoy the research, but can’t help feeling writing would be a whole lot easier if I could just make stuff up. But I know I would be crap at writing fiction.
On our customary evening walk around the lanes, I spotted something new: a beautiful grey wagtail hunting for insects in the cobbled gutter at the side of the Carr track. They’re common enough down by the river in the valley bottom, but I’ve never seen one up in the hills before. An unexpected treat.📷 More photos »
“…wonderfully droll, witty and entertaining… At their best Carter’s moorland walks and his meandering intellectual talk are part of a single, deeply coherent enterprise: a restless inquiry into the meaning of place and the nature of self.”
—Mark Cocker, author and naturalist
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