An ode to aimless wandering
After years of trudging along paths, I’ve learned to stop seeing their completion as an accomplishment.
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After years of trudging along paths, I’ve learned to stop seeing their completion as an accomplishment.
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Britain’s shifting weather patterns are a particular problem for these ingenious, misunderstood birds.
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The joy of the simple pelargonium.
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To see the beauty of these dwindling acres, you must focus on what is at your feet.
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Doing nothing is the antidote to declining insect populations.
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“Sounds of Wild Poland”, this week’s instalment of BBC Radio 3’s The Essay, treats listeners to an atmospheric soundscape.
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Though there is something a little unnerving about all those unblinking, yellow cyclopses, peer closely and I can see a…
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Often I find myself picking among jettisoned debris, looking for incriminating documents, but rarely with any luck.
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