I spend a lot of time on peat and heather — the flat, lumpy, wind-bent places where lapwings, curlews and golden plovers feel most at home. Often these birds are heard before they're seen, or gone altogether except for the subtle signatures they...
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Fog on a border ridge is a peculiar thing: it swallows the crags I know by heart, turns fences into ghost-lines and reduces the coastline to a memory. I've learned that the moments when visibility collapses are exactly when a compass and an Ordnance...
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I’ve spent many mornings standing on Solway Firth’s sands watching tide lines retreat and return, learning the rhythms that make this coastline beautiful — and potentially dangerous. Planning a safe coastal crossing here starts with one thing:...
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