In all my years visiting the Dee Marshes, I had never looked across them from the Welsh side.
Struggling to identify a species is the best way to learn.
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 witness a peregrine and marsh harrier hunting together—almost as a team.
August on the Dee Marshes and the Pennine Moors, including encounters with a bolshie pheasant, a practising peregrine, and a flirty wheatear.
A ridiculous observation concerning rooks, which can't possibly be right.
An unwelcome modern intrusion into one of my favourite wildernesses takes me on an unplanned medieval journey in reverse.