Scars
Scars are field notes written on skin: rough, imperfect, but proof a life was lived in full. Out here the land leaves its margin notes too—scratched in mud, inked by wire, pencilled by weather. Messy perhaps, but they make the story sing.
Scars are field notes written on skin: rough, imperfect, but proof a life was lived in full. Out here the land leaves its margin notes too—scratched in mud, inked by wire, pencilled by weather. Messy perhaps, but they make the story sing.
A new award seeks to recognise the best of practical nature conservation; keyboard warriors need not apply.
How a casual observation led to a piece of citizen science that lifted the lid on the link between woodcock and soil health.
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Join me in a mini safari around the West, North, and East coasts of Scotland, where, not wishing to add to the stress of the heat, stripping the water of its oxygen, I put my fly rod aside.
This month's column doubles up as my closing Speech to the Hunting Kind Conference in London today. The title of my talk, given to me by the organisers, is the restoration of hope to the hunting community.
A venison pie has made me question everything I thought I believed about pies, and my relationship with deer themselves
The Luddites couldn't stop the march of progress. Are our farmers caught in the same technology trap?
Today we mostly think of homelessness as an urban phenomenon, but Britain has a deep and fascinating history of rural homelessness too.
Red oxide days to solar arrays.
Halloween ushers in the winter with pumpkins, ghosts and too many sweets! But what is the 31st of October really all about and why all the fuss?
Look, I know it’s a mad idea, but what would happen if we stopped using the words ‘nature’ and ‘natural’? It may just change how we see and talk about the world.