My piece, Brimming over with bees, describing the murky lifecycle of the Broad banded nomad and her cuckoo host the Tawny mining bee during the Covid-19 pandem... Read More...
My first time out in weeks. Opening the gate feels strange, as if someone will appear and order me back inside.
In this pre-dawn light the air's cool and p... Read More...
Do you remember the first tree you fell in love with? Mine was a monkey puzzle tree that stood like a chimney sweep’s brush in the small front garden of a neig... 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...
5th runner up (out of 500) BeAnimal Autumn 2019 Writing Competition.
Nothing quite compares to the glorious smell of a badger cub.
I’m part way through a wi... 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...
