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

Driftwood. I love even the word itself. It embodies a volatile yet timeless relationship. A marriage in which one partner, Wood, is warm...

Once upon a time, there was a young family who went to live in Africa. Their new home was in the middle of a National Park called North...

Last week's guest blog brought back bittersweet memories. Over the years, my family has had many memorable pets, from tiny toads to timid...

This week I’ve got something extra fun for you, dear readers. I moderate a group called The Story of Nature on the writer site...

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...

My nature writing colleague, Mary (curator at eco-fiction.com), writes in her blog that, for Earth Hour tonight, she's going to indulge...

This week, I’m letting somebody else speak for me - had the author been alive today, I like to think she wouldn’t have minded my sharing...

In addition to a pebble collection and a sea glass collection, I have an incipient collection of seeds and nuts. Unlike pebbles or sea...

Tucked away in the Kalahari Desert of north-west Botswana, near the border with Namibia, is an enigmatic group of rocky outcrops known as...