Not long ago, when I mentioned on LinkedIn that I owned a little stretch of the River Ceiriog, Keith, whose conversations there have often made me stop and reconsider something I thought I understood,...

This week, a young badger died on the road a few yards from my house. I had probably never seen this particular animal alive, yet its death felt less like the discovery of an unknown creature than new...

What happens when we stop looking for something and simply look? There are moments when we realise that we have been looking at the world without quite seeing it, walking the same path every morning, ...

I have always preferred writing longhand, but especially outdoors. There is something about taking a notebook outside that changes the nature of the work. Indoors, it is easy to believe that writing c...

Hidden among the trees at Pandy, the remains of the old rock works reveal a deeper story about industry, memory and the enduring relationship between people and the living landscape.

A blackberry flower is not one flower, not really, not if you look as closely as the small creatures already living inside its cluster are looking. The white petals are already gone from this one, dro...