Today I left the claustrophobic trappings of Christmas behind and ventured out to Arne, near Wareham; one of my favourite RSPB reserves. I had heard that there was a temporary raptor hide on Coombe Heath and as I have always loved watching the winter Harriers, Peregrines and Merlins, I fill up my flask and …
...and things are not as they should be. These words from my favourite Shakespeare play (Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5) come to mind as I try to walk off the Christmas cheer. We have never known such a warm December, the daffodils are out, and I have roses on my Christmas table, and honesty, clematis …
As much as I love living in Dorset, my natural inclination is always to head South West towards home. I know every mile of the coast path between Dartmouth and Fowey; where the best cliffs, caves or rock pools are. I could take you to see pipe fish (related to seahorses), cushion stars, jewel anemones, …
It is a wonderful thing to feel a connection to the land; to feel a sense of belonging, of being ‘home’. There is a small rocky outcrop on Dartmoor which I have called mine. It is my thinking spot, a decision space. A high place. If you look behind you, you can see the River …
I have yet to meet any small child who is not interested in the natural world whether it is creepy crawlies, pretty robin redbreasts or large charismatic animals. In fact their storybook world is populated with them. We have a natural, inherent connection towards other living things, yet somehow modern life steals us away from …
A little girl, a beloved grandmother and chores to be done. I wanted to go and feed the ducks by the village stream but, alas, she was a busy lady. "I haven't got time precious" she said. "But why don't you take this little box and see what treasures in the garden you can find …
Rewilding journeys 