My 32-year streak climbing the same hill in North Wales on Christmas Eve has come to an end. 😕
A moth, midges, water-boatmen, and a spider.
I'm beginning to wonder whether I might inadvertently have begun to invent a new sub-genre of ‘nature writing’.
A walk with an old friend on the Cumbrian coast.
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’.