Our Vital Earth

9-12-16 My friend Julia B and I met yesterday at Great Hockham for a wilderness expedition. Julia is researching a book on Doggerla...

Dreams are strange things - such spontaneous flights of invention which I could hardly conceive in my daytime life. This morning, just bef...

Out on the heath, low September sunlight and a warm, southerly wind over close-cropped turf and bristly gorse bushes. There are paths ...

How can a wasp fly? The question is a 'how' question, asking about means and mechanisms. One answer would be to explain about wi...

Today I found a nest of wool and leaves containing six baby mice; they fell out of a box when I was emptying out my shed. If I were a dog or...

Unless you see it for yourself, it is hard to appreciate the level way the hill tops of the South Hams meet the Devon sky. Stopping my car b...

Spider life continues at the Bungalow, and so does my ongoing campaign to keep it under control. I first realised I had problem in August 2...

Salcombe is a Devon sea town of white houses and grey roofs set on a rounded hillside. Sometimes a quite modest house with a good aspect can...

I have been dipping into 'Gleanings in Natural History' by Edward Jesse (John Murray, London, 1834). It is a collection of miscella...