An unplanned visit to the flooded Dee Marshes is rewarded with a wildlife spectacle.
Getting to know a place well means knowing what to look forward to, and appreciating when something unusual happens.
On the realisation that the natural world gets on perfectly well without us.
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.
She might only be a lump of concrete, but I have an immense fondness for trig. point 4144.
…when it's a marsh harrier.
I have provided an article for a new anthology about wading birds.
In which I witness a peregrine and marsh harrier hunting together—almost as a team.
When you see a bird often enough, its jizz begins to rub off on you—if you'll pardon the expression.
I’ve never seen stars remotely approaching those in Anglesey. There are so damn many of them. Thousand upon thousand. Too many to count.
August on the Dee Marshes and the Pennine Moors, including encounters with a bolshie pheasant, a practising peregrine, and a flirty wheatear.