T HERE IS A KNOT in my heart made of old string, melting snow and hesitant birdsong. I cannot tell you its tale, for it is far too sad. But...

W HEN I WAS SMALL , my family travelled to Oberammergau , a Bavarian village at the feet of the Alps where the houses are painted with fairy...

F IRST FROST after weeks of wet. And the crystal grass is pinking with the sun-up. It is beautiful and it is cold and I jump back in to lig...

A WHILE AGO I told you of three mysterious hares who shared between them just three ears and yet had two ears each. All over Dartmoor the...