Til we reach the Higher Ground

Ann O’Byrne and the politics of leadership When I started to think about writing this, which will be mostly about a friend campaigning to be the Mayor of Liverpool, I couldn’t get this old, old song by Stevie Wonder, that I’d not sung to myself for years, out of my head. It’s mainly a devotional …

Diary of a Young Naturalist: Dara McAnulty

Usually I won’t write about a book until I’ve finished reading it. But with this one I’m making an exception because I don’t want to rush it, for several reasons. First and maybe mainly because I’m learning from it, as I’ve always learned from Dara McAnulty since I started following his tweets about the natural …

This Crimson Dwindling of the Year

New readers might not know that there’s a whole section of this blog written by my partner called ‘Letters From Sarah.’ Containing her reflections on life, nature and, here, the deep red horticulture of an autumn day in North Wales. * I spend a lot of time outside and a lot of time on the water on my …

Learning the Craft

Some more words and reflections on how things are going with my work, my imagination and this learning. Today is a structure day for the final essay in what I think I’ll look back on as ‘the first three’. The three I’ll have written over these three weeks or so while Christmas and the New …

The Art of Listening

Clocks turned back, the big thing about early mornings now is that they’re lighter. That’s the point of the mass exercise in self-delusion that we do twice a year, isn’t it? (Though I’ve heard rumours some countries are stopping this quaint practice as it ‘interferes with the markets.’ Which will of course never do.) Anyway, …