White Clover – forty years ago in my nature notebooks
Forty years ago I was busy lying in the grass looking at the clover. White clover is beautiful and highly productive because …
Forty years ago I was busy lying in the grass looking at the clover. White clover is beautiful and highly productive because …
Seeing birds close up, in the wind, with rain on the horizon and a glorious sunset in progress, sat at the top …
Swallows seem unearthly. Their flight is so elegant, so fast and so controlled they seem as if they inhabit a different world. …
A ragged-tailed Fulmar is alive to every variation in the breeze as the sun sets at Noup Head.
Forty years ago today I was happy with my head in a rock pool and beach-combing in South Wales. Today I’m happy …
Forty years ago today I was 12 years old and combing the beaches in Tenby looking for interesting finds for my nature …
Forty years ago I was a 12 year old boy and was busy writing my nature notebooks. I made detailed drawings of …
40 years ago I was on holiday and writing my nature notebooks with a full account of every species that I identified. …
Forty years ago I was 12 years old and had just started my nature notebooks. I drew what I saw on holiday …
Butterflies are very noticeable insects. They have large bright wings and fly during the day. How they escape being eaten by birds …
Forty years ago I was twelve years old and had been using a Single Lens Reflex camera for a couple of years. …
Forty years ago I was scouring the beaches at Tenby looking for any interesting living creatures. As is so common, I only …
One of the greatest things you can have as a child is a love of the natural world. To have the capacity …
Forty years ago today, on 11 August 1976, I was 12 years old, my family were on holiday in South Wales, and …
Hardly any bird species have a sense of smell – and that probably means they have very little sense of taste either. …
Evolution is a wonderful thing. Being grey above and white below is a classic countershading strategy used by many seabirds and often …
Noup Head, the RSPB reserve, is seabird city. Here is a Fulmar, crouching ungainly on the cliffs, waiting to wheel into the air.