18th-century Yorkshire meets the Sopranos: intrigue, betrayal, murder, and revenge in the Calder Valley.
In which I get out there in meat-space.
In which I describe a few of my favourite bridges from my photo-project ‘Hebden's Other Bridges’.
In which I find myself face-to-beak with Troglodites troglodites.
Sloth is a much-maligned sin, as our driveway demonstrates.
In which I attempt to grow blackthorn seedlings from sloes collected last autumn.
In which I discover (and get to name) an overlooked tributary of the Humber.
August on the Dee Marshes and the Pennine Moors, including encounters with a bolshie pheasant, a practising peregrine, and a flirty wheatear.
With half an hour to kill in Hebden Bridge, I head over to the river to see if there are any dippers around.
My dad's dog and I both pursue swallows in our own way.