I’m sitting on a concrete walkway which spans the Lurin River, in Pachacamac, Lima, Peru. Our house is just five minutes’ walk – or a...

The torrential rain that delayed our departure from camp at last dwindles to a fine mist. Half an hour later, a watery sun glints on...

I thought I’d share with you (a slightly adapted) part of the introduction to a book I co-wrote with my husband, Frank Hajek, in 2006....

Isn’t this something lots of people, lots of writers, dream of having? A quiet, rustic refuge from our hectic, digital lives? A place...

We went camping to Paracas over the Easter weekend. After the usual last-minute irritable rush to pack the car, we threaded our way to...

When people think of the tropical rainforest, I believe the picture most have in their minds is of trees. Lots and lots of tall trees. An...

Zacarias ran towards us, eyes alight with anticipation. “There’s a large group of howlers in the fig tree right next to the tower” he...

I slapped at a nagging mosquito. Mozzies? In broad daylight? “This is just ridiculous,” I muttered. “Well,” Frank said, consulting the...