First published 12 July 2019 on the Dorset Wildlife Trust website.
Potty about pollinators: It started with a red girdle…
I’d just turned 39, it was 200... Read More...
“You always feel better when you've been for a walk”. I hate to admit it but my husband’s right. To walk in silence is a treat for me, no phone, no email, just... Read More...
The wood mouse arrived in September. At first its quiet attic tap dancing had seemed soothing, endearing even.
By winter a full blown dance troupe had... Read More...
“The park keeper spotted me,” the girl says, hurtling to a stop with brakes screeching, “if he catches me one more time he'll ban me”.
She’s onl... Read More...
“What’s Corsham like?” I ask. Sally studies the blue tits gorging on a skyscraper of feeders in front of us.
Eventually she grins, more to the birds t... Read More...
Today I watched as someone walked straight past a feather and didn’t pick it up. Apparently, or so my friends tell me, this happens all the time. It was a jay... Read More...
Winner of the 'Just Back' travel writing competition. Published in The Telegraph - 4 September 2019
What happened when I took our ugly, stress-inducing camp... Read More...
Edited by Melissa Harrison, published by Elliott & Thompson.
Two written pieces, as follows:
Autumn: Woodmice in the attic - read reviews hereWinter:... Read More...
The chain ferry hauls a handful of cars across the harbour on its first tug-of-war of the morning. As the links slacken we're released onto the deserted road ... Read More...
Nothing quite compares to the glorious smell of a badger cub.
I’m part way through a wildlife rescue course but judging by the strange looks I’m getting ther... Read More...
