Sitting on my favourite bench overlooking my allotment on a cold winter’s day, the sky and the day are grey and leaden and my fingers smart with the cold. There
With all the bad news of recent times, it’s easy to feel that collectively we're going backwards and that the planet’s living systems are heading in the direction of terminal
In the consumer frenzy leading up to Xmas, what gets almost entirely missed is the event that to me is the most significant in the whole year: The Winter Solstice.
Each evening before our meal, my wife and I pause a moment for a little ritual of saying grace and wishing well to all our fellow beings. Something along the
Heaven is my father and Earth is my mother, and even such a small creature as I finds an intimate place in their midst. Therefore that which fills the universe
I just had a revelation about a subject close to my heart. A friend sent me an article in which I discovered that in recent times there have been various
I used to think that grief is a very powerful emotion which visits us in times of loss, and then after varying amounts of time, depending on the degree of
Hitching out on the road as a young man, I loved the sense of wandering free, with all I needed on my back. Standing on the roadside waiting, sometimes for
I love gulls. I watch them wheeling and soaring, effortlessly riding the winds above the waters of the old docks where I live. Whatever the weather, the big herring gulls
These days, it’s unfortunately the case that most of us are pretty estranged from Nature. Over fifty per cent of the world now live in urban environments and this percentage
I come to your banks with reverence, in the green serene of your cool stream Gravel beds where golden trout lie Waving carpets of crowfoot, lime green with starry flowers
Acquaintances often tend to refer to me as a birdwatcher or a birder. On my allotment I’ve heard that I’m known by fellow plot holders as ‘the Birdman’ due to
As far as I can see in all directions, there stretches an endless expanse of marsh and lagoons. I’m completely alone in the conventional sense that there are no other
I’ve always felt a kinship with the living world ever since I was a toddler. I still vividly remember my first attempt at composing a sentence to accompany my crayon
You loved to collect nectar from flowering trees in the forest with your long curved bill. And you sang with a flute-like melody; a haunting sound which carried far through
Could you be losing your soul? If I suggested that you may be suffering from soul loss, you might reasonably wonder if I’m losing my grip on reality. Let me
On a hot Spring day, I’m walking through the open woodland pasture, zig zagging my path to stay mostly in the shade. Spying a spreading May tree in full bloom
I’ve been harvesting asparagus on my allotment. The spears emerge almost magically out of the ground at this time in Spring, thrusting through the crust of the dry soil; vibrantly
The magical sound resounds over the lakes and scrubland: cuck-coo…. cuck-coo! I listen transfixed, but find it difficult to know from what direction it’s coming from or how far away
We modern humans have constructed a peculiar walled off status for ourselves, entirely divorced from the vast realm of the animal kingdom. This is of course, completely fictitious, and ironically
We’re drowning in a tsunami of cars, suffocated by their sheer numbers and fumes. For over a century, we’ve been in the grip of a collective madness around automobiles. How
Walking across the car park of my local ASDA superstore I am struck by the sheer acreage of tarmac which never becomes remotely full of cars, even though there are
Winter Solstice has come and gone and we’re now well into mid January in the Northern Hemisphere. The sense of bone dead winter seems unchanging – and then suddenly I
“Walking is the great adventure, the first meditation, a practice of heartiness and soul primary to humankind. Walking is the exact balance between spirit and humility”
When I got up to space, I looked at the blackness of space. There were no dazzling lights. It was just palpable blackness. I believed I saw death. And then
You can’t get over it, round it or under it. Whatever your opinion, there’s no escaping the overriding truth that we – and I mean every single one of us
Clambering down the rocky cliffs to a small sandy cove on the wild north Cornwall coast on a blustery October day, I was watching the breakers rolling into shore. The
’ve been going outdoors to my favourite little spot to sit down for years and it was only recently that I read about the phenomenon and the popularity of ‘sit
So it was that after almost three weeks of recovering from the fatigue and coughing of a mild, but nevertheless very unpleasant covid infection, following right on the heels of
I love walking out on the marshes of the upper Thames estuary in all seasons. It’s a wide open edgeland landscape: rewilded nature reserve and brownfield wildness bordered by a
Maurice Merleau-Ponty, the renowned phenomenologist philosopher, pointed out that we can only touch things with our hand because our hand is itself a touchable thing and therefore completely part of
I have a cat companion called Edie and I feel fortunate to be learning about myself from our relationship and I think in her own way, she may feel likewise.
My favourite spot to sit is on my garden bench at my allotment, shrouded by creepers and thorn bushes and sheltered above year round by a big evergreen bay tree.
I’ve found this very difficult to write. I’ve been trying to set down these thoughts on paper for a while now. I don’t know quite where to start or finish
I love going out walking whether it’s in urban, edgeland or wilder places. I usually walk alone though I’m always in company. The more-than-human world is always all around and
I wrote this tribute to Vimala Thakar back in 2009 after she passed away. I had the privilege of meeting her on several occasions and have always been inspired by
“These days I don’t think of myself as a gardener, birdwatcher, or even a nature lover – it seems more that I’m just inextricably part of it all, and that
Anthropocene: the current geological age, viewed as the period during which human activity has been the dominant influence on climate and the environment.
Our hearts go out when we see one of those awful pictures of a disoriented, lost Orangutan in the debris of clear cut rainforest somewhere in Indonesia, which up to
Spring evening, still and glimmering gold Walking along the allotment path, my legs feel weighty. Sinking consciously, pulled earthward with each step My steps are not my own I somehow
Senior citizens, OAPs, retirees. Doesn’t sound so inspiring, in the way this vast and growing segment of our population is sometimes referred to, does it? Now of course I know