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.
After 20 years walking on the Moor, I finally bag a brace of decent grouse photos.
How red grouse change their habits in cold weather.
When your instincts and your compass disagree, trust your instincts. I mean your compass.
A walk with an old friend on the Cumbrian coast.
How a mere week can make a big difference in the natural world.
My point-and-shoot camera turned out to be the best camera in the world yesterday.
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.