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...
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...
As if reborn, the queen bumblebee emerges from hibernation. For six months she has crouched inside an earth-lined chamber, fat from her autumn binge has kept ... Read More...
