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.
These days, we have an intensely complicated relationship with predators of any sort – even more so when it comes to reintroducing them.
One of Wales' greatest natural resources is disappearing.
Keen young stalkers' rifles are gathering dust while deer populations continue to rise
A troll is a troll, no matter which side of the bridge you are on.