My 31st consecutive Christmas Eve ascent of Moel Famau.
In all my years visiting the Dee Marshes, I had never looked across them from the Welsh side.
On the humbling, comforting realisation that the natural world gets on perfectly well without us.
When you see a bird often enough, its jizz begins to rub off on you—if you'll pardon the expression.
I’ve never seen stars remotely approaching those in Anglesey. There are so damn many of them. Thousand upon thousand. Too many to count.
About my—and my mum's—childhood holidays on the Welsh island of Anglesey.