• I crave great big gulps of fresh air – how do I leave this clogged-up city? | Hannah Jane Parkinson

    I love the wind whipping up the salty ether of the Cumbrian coast It must look as though I am a thief, or at the very least up to no good. You see, I can no longer expose my lower face to the streets of London. When I was younger, and Converse soles beat city streets, I’d hop from bar to bar exposing many things: legs, torso, an adolescent need for acceptance, a too-high tolerance for alcohol.Now, walking on city pavements, it feels as though I have put an exhaust pipe in my mouth and suck
  • Country diary: may the barnacle geese be protected from all unkind fates

    Penrhyndeudraeth, Gwynedd: Their faces were white-masked; barred wings flickered stroboscopic silver; pale bellies and rumps glowed in the dimity lightIdling down to Abergafren on a dank autumn evening, I heard the calls high above – a yapping and yelping like a litter of young pekingese dogs, a sound that used to be one of the identifying features of this lovely estuary of the Dwyryd. Reaching the shore, I took out my glass and focused on a flight of seven birds, gliding down towards Glas

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