Old country ways A chatter, then a chink, made me turn round. Flash of feathers, black and white, and it had gone, out of the kitchen window. Continue reading
Silent sparks Tired travellers under a sullen sky, we pass the sheds behind the taverna. Then an earthly shooting star appears. A firefly, looking for love. Continue reading
Across the earth, across the sea A stocky brown cow approaches the water. She sniffs it and hesitates, lifting her head up. Behind her the herd baulks and shuffles. Continue reading
‘A symphony of ancient trees’ I’m at a music festival. I’m lying on the ground and letting the sound wash over me. Continue reading
Hunting Country When I was ten, a man cut off a fox’s tail and used it smear blood on my face. I had been ‘blooded’: a hunting rite of passage. Continue reading
Modern nature, Dungeness Prospero in a djellaba, scattering seeds on the flint shore of England's only desert. Buckthorn, bugloss, poppy, sedum. Continue reading