After 20 years walking on the Moor, I finally bag a brace of decent grouse photos.
It's getting to that time of year again. Swallows are on their way.
A ridiculous observation concerning rooks, which can't possibly be right.
Our moorlands are—or should be—important wetland habitats.
How red grouse change their habits in cold weather.
A walk with an old friend on the Cumbrian coast.
Our kitchen might not be of World Heritage Site calibre just yet, but each autumn there comes a reminder that our house sits on the same spinning rock as Stonehenge and Newgrange.
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.
My photos from an out-of-season weekend at the seaside.
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.