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The nightjar: A bird associated with lost souls

Ten o’clock on a hot, still evening with the dew falling like nectar on parched ground. As the dusk gathers,[…]

Who was St Wite? Nobody knows. She is a mystery, and that is part of her power. There are no[…]

The sound of chiff-chaffs shouting in the woods falls away as I follow the South Dorset Ridgeway upwards to the[…]

It’s the yellow that catches my eye. Bright egg-yolk splotched with black warts, glistening against wet tarmac. Long, striped toes.[…]

Nearly seven thousand years ago the people who lived beside the Samara River on the Russian steppes created a cemetery[…]

It takes five workers eight hours to thrash three acres worth of wheat reed. That’s enough to thatch the average[…]

Some places invite responses from the deepest part of the unconscious mind. Dig down through the strata of fiction and[…]

A winter night in the Marshwood Vale. Written for Dorset Life magazine December issue. The Marshwood Vale is one of[…]

A wild ride on Exmoor: A Guardian Country Diary piece on gathering the Tippbarlake Herd of Exmoor ponies. You can[…]

I’m giving a talk at The Other Side near Sherborne on Saturday 11 November. It’s about unearthing buried stories in[…]