A conversation with a friend about the books that have brought us comfort over the years.
My 32-year streak climbing the same hill in North Wales on Christmas Eve has come to an end. 😕
A strange bird.
A bird, a mammal, and an amphibian.
Dinner with a friend, and a Dee sunset.
Sorting the poetic wheat from chaff.
…The best writing advice I ever received.
For my 50th birthday, a friend beyond compare organised a very special birthday present for the only self-confessed ‘Darwin groupie’ in her life.
I'm beginning to wonder whether I might inadvertently have begun to invent a new sub-genre of ‘nature writing’.