The hottest, driest June on record had simply extended unbroken into July, and apart from one brief downpour, which barely managed to soak the topsoil, looked set to unroll till the end of summer.
It was a typical English summer’s day, in that it felt like early November and I was regretting not bringing my gloves. The wind clawed through the sycamore and chestnuts, yanking their leaves back at the wrist and setting their silver undersides streaming, while above them, the hilltops vanished into the low-bellied clouds.
I walked along the lane leading up to the Wessex Ridgeway, the way I’d come in January. The trees had lost the sharp distinction of winter, and even the crisp pointillism of early spring had given way to a kind of blurring – a soft wash of green…
Across the world, book fairies are quietly leaving gift-wrapped books in little crannies with a simple instruction: Share the joy
We need books, like Ali Smith’s How to be Both, to remind us to stop talking into our hands, to remove little blocks from our ears, and look up from screens
Ali Smith’s sparkling anthology is a spirited advocacy for public libraries: an institution that is underfunded, underused and under threat.
It was as if the rain would never end. The Hooke valley seemed to be slowly filling with water from […]
“The nudge of ghosts” in Adam Thorpe’s Ulverton – stranger than fiction.
Tune out, turn off, drop in. Jules Evans in search of ecstasy.
The coming of spring in the third of the monthly nature diaries, at the Dorset Wildlife Trust centre in Kingcombe.