Field Notes

I almost didn’t see you. I was focused on the lady’s smock, its pale petals catching the spring light, when you revealed yourself -...

While walking on Butler Hill yesterday - a commanding mound on the edge of what was once the Royal Forest of Knaresborough - I came...

The other day, we spotted a pair of jackdaws setting up home in a hollow of an old ash tree near the Garth, its branches bare and twisted...

Each spring, the bluebells return, carpeting woodlands and hedgerows in a haze of violet-blue. This week, walking across the land, I...