We set off at eight in sunshine. By ten I couldn't see my own boots. There's a particular kind of silence up there when…
Nobody has ever regretted a flask of tea. I've regretted waterproofs, boots, shortcuts and most of my opinions about maps, but never the tea.…
A neighbour told me the small brown bird on the wall was a dunnock. It's been there for years, and I'd never once asked.…
My father read it aloud like a poem. Dogger, Fisher, German Bight. I still can't hear it without wanting to put the kettle on.…