An unplanned visit to the flooded Dee Marshes is rewarded with a wildlife spectacle.
In all my years visiting the Dee Marshes, I had never looked across them from the Welsh side.
For my 50th birthday, a friend beyond compare organised a very special birthday present for the only self-confessed ‘Darwin groupie’ in her life.
When your instincts and your compass disagree, trust your instincts. I mean your compass.
A walk with an old friend on the Cumbrian coast.
The Moor is at peak-purple at this time of year, with the heather in full bloom.
Each spring, I visit a particular corner of the Moor to check if an old friend has managed to survive another winter.
An unwelcome modern intrusion into one of my favourite wildernesses takes me on an unplanned medieval journey in reverse.
Three and a half decades after I first became enchanted by the place, I finally set foot on the island that inspired Arthur Ransome's ‘Swallows and Amazons’.
On a second expedition I made in search of a rare plant. This time, I accompanied someone who knew what he was doing.