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StoryA Short Climb markle23 years 10 months ago
StoryDown the Track markle63 years 11 months ago
StoryUnder Water markle44 years 1 week ago
StoryTwo Hours markle34 years 1 week ago
StoryBomb Shelters markle44 years 1 month ago
StoryLights in the Sky markle84 years 1 month ago
StorySpring Not Yet Out markle04 years 2 months ago
StoryThree Liberations markle64 years 2 months ago
StorySomewhere Not Quite Known markle44 years 3 months ago
StoryA Globe of Birds markle84 years 3 months ago
StoryNight Journey markle24 years 4 months ago
StoryTwenty-One Tumuli markle24 years 4 months ago
StoryLow Water - The Draining of Regents Canal markle64 years 5 months ago
StoryHawkwatching markle84 years 5 months ago
StoryA Sort of Pilgrimage - Glastonbury Tor markle24 years 6 months ago
StoryFloodplain (3): Hogacre and On markle24 years 6 months ago
StoryFloodplain (2) markle24 years 7 months ago
StoryFloodplain markle44 years 8 months ago
StoryWalker in the Storm markle24 years 8 months ago
StoryHilly Fields markle24 years 9 months ago
StoryMeetings markle44 years 9 months ago
StoryGreen Lights markle24 years 10 months ago
StoryCezanne on the Pennine Way markle44 years 10 months ago
StoryBorrowed Time markle64 years 10 months ago
StoryCup and Ring markle04 years 12 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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