Wrætlic is þes wealstan, wyrde gebræcon; burgstede burston, brosnað enta geweorc. Hrofas sind gehrorene, hreorge torras, hrungeat berofen, h...

Fish. It's a Christian thing, apparently. Now then, secular Easters are a bit problematic for me. I could see the point of a Christian o...

I have looked across the gorge from Great Doward, on a misty autumn dawn, and heard the stags grunt in the far woods. I have stumbled out of...

After a flurry of e-mails and phone calls, I picked up Richard and Neil Drabble , the photographer, from Bristol Parkway station, and headed...

View from the front room window. Just gone four in the morning, and I was listening to the robins singing and decided it was time to get up....

Arriving at Hay There is excitement at Schloss Marland; the Guardian Magazine is going to do an extract from the book, and so we're doin...

The sun warms my face. I squint and see, high up there, A skylark sing spring. Only the other day I was wondering when I'd hear my fir...