Richard Carter
Five years in the Welsh hills.
A birdwatching life.
The first sign of autumn.
The stuff I plough through for my readers!
Crane fly season is upon us.
A walk on the Moor during ‘peak purple’.
Getting lost as a way to finding yourself.
A Liverpool shadowplay.
Walking to Lübeck with J.S. Bach.
Pheasant pheathers.
A hint of olive green.
A seasonal feast.
