This is one of the first nature books of the Covid-19 pandemic and it will be surprising if it does not turn out to be one of the best.

A story first published in The Lonely Crowd.

We have a peregrine now. It makes me think again about place and scale.

This story was written while I was the Northern Short Story Festival’s Writer in Residence at Middleton Park in Leeds.

Something is wrong in the Robert Macfarlane Extended Universe.

When the most prestigious prize in nature writing appears unable or unwilling to recognise and reward good writing for its own sake, the perception of nature writing as literature is diminished.

Even before this spring is done with we can say that the genre is unlikely to furnish a richer reading experience than Greenery this year.