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Losing Your Place by Sue Clifford and Angela King
Questing for local distinctiveness must err towards the inclusive and welcoming, it is not about designating areas more beautiful or more derelict or worthy of grants.
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Orchards and places by Common Ground
In fact, many of the well known varieties have grown-up purely by chance, from discarded pips or stones.
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Banal Utopia by JC Niala
Allotments are also utopias, because they are impossible spaces. They are rural artefacts that migrated to the city with their people.
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Children of the Forest by Juliette de Baïracli Levy
Among our happiest forest events every year were the summer and autumn fruit gatherings.
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Stories in the Woods by Martin Maudsley
Like a rolling river, seasonal changes can pass us by unless we intentionally immerse ourselves in the outdoor elements; feel the flow.
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Dead Man’s Lane by Georgina Gardner
Yet, people stood here once, posies with herbs and rose petals in hand.
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Nature Doesn’t Always Taste Good by Peter Wohlleben
the majority of the meals our ancestors ate tasted completely different from the meals we eat today.
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To draw in the footsteps of ghosts by Christine Mackey
Christine Mackey explores the relationship that communities have with newly-planted woodlands.
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Walking boots and binoculars by George Hassall
These moors are Britain’s wet deserts, drowned by rain pretty much every day and howled by the winds.
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Seasonal Disorder by Martin Maudsley
But letting go is not the same as losing something. Without the wind in my sails I was helplessly, horribly becalmed. Like the songbirds in summer, I’d lost my voice, and the world around me changed its tune.
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Hope’s Photos
Hope is now 8 years old and we think she’s got a lovely way of noticing the wildlife around her.
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Field notes from an African anthropologist by JC Niala
The ladybirds have crossed a boundary and boundaries are the demarcations of belonging.
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