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StoryA Short Climb markle29 years 10 months ago
StoryDown the Track markle69 years 10 months ago
StoryUnder Water markle49 years 11 months ago
StoryTwo Hours markle39 years 11 months ago
StoryBomb Shelters markle410 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLights in the Sky markle810 years 2 weeks ago
StorySpring Not Yet Out markle010 years 1 month ago
StoryThree Liberations markle610 years 2 months ago
StorySomewhere Not Quite Known markle410 years 2 months ago
StoryA Globe of Birds markle810 years 3 months ago
StoryNight Journey markle210 years 3 months ago
StoryTwenty-One Tumuli markle210 years 4 months ago
StoryLow Water - The Draining of Regents Canal markle610 years 4 months ago
StoryHawkwatching markle810 years 5 months ago
StoryA Sort of Pilgrimage - Glastonbury Tor markle210 years 5 months ago
StoryFloodplain (3): Hogacre and On markle210 years 5 months ago
StoryFloodplain (2) markle210 years 6 months ago
StoryFloodplain markle410 years 7 months ago
StoryWalker in the Storm markle210 years 8 months ago
StoryHilly Fields markle210 years 8 months ago
StoryMeetings markle410 years 8 months ago
StoryGreen Lights markle210 years 9 months ago
StoryCezanne on the Pennine Way markle410 years 9 months ago
StoryBorrowed Time markle610 years 10 months ago
StoryCup and Ring markle010 years 11 months ago

My stories

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Summer on Port Meadow

The river ran a ring of ice around my ankles as I stepped out of the thick air and onto the spiky soil of the riverbed. On the far side, the plane of...
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Badger in the Light

It’s like a lamp in the dark field. Not an electric bulb, but a silver flame, always changing shape, pulsing and shifting. But the source of light –...
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Opinions on Pigeons

Until recently I never had much time for woodpigeons. They always seemed quite puddingy, birds that galumphed and little else. Once, in the garden, I...
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Deer in the Garden

It was as though a brushful of red-brown paint had been dropped on the grass. Then, as it moved in the winter sunlight its shape resolved, and it...
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Heron Haunting

Mist on water always makes me feel pursued. Crossing Iffley Meadows during a chill sunset, I never stop glancing toward the river, where silvery...

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