When your instincts and your compass disagree, trust your instincts. I mean your compass.
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.
For many years, I've sought in vain for a particular wild flower on my local patch—a plant that inspired Charles Darwin to write an entire book on insectivorous plants.
How plants can end up in the strangest of places.
On the seventeenth-century polymath Sir Thomas Browne, and his tenuous connection with my local moor.