My first visit to the temperate rainforest of Coed Felenrhyd in North Wales was in early autumn. Entering the ancient site was to walk into a cathedral, a multi-layered, multi-faceted…
We met at dawn on an industrial estate in the vast, dreary hinterland of my adopted province of Teruel, here in Aragón, North-Eastern Spain, with enough space to park trucks…
My eyes lighted on something dark, in the distance, on the beach. Coming closer, I saw it was a dead porpoise. Mouth frozen in a smile, skin radiating a silvery…
For days there had been no signs of human life. Pine forests shrouded in snow and half-frozen lakes glittering in the sun stretched into an unspoilt Canadian wilderness. It was…
Denys Watkins- Pitchford, alias BB, writer and artist, spent his latter years living in a roundhouse, in Sudborough, in Northamptonshire, the county where he grew up and spent most of…
The two high points of my geography lessons at Bletchley Grammar School were the eccentricity of the teacher, who in violation of all health and safety considerations spent many hours…
I write about how the land holds us closer than we know and heals us always. I wrote earlier on of how the rivers of Warwickshire silently supported me and…