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On Rain and Washing by Rebecca Smith
I was interested in the men who built this incredible feat of engineering, and the families they brought with them.
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A Symphony of Ancient Trees by Laura Parker
The trees that remained had recently witnessed revelries wild enough to rival any modern music festival.
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The Yellow Bittern by David Higgins
Bitterns are easier to hear than to see. What tends to be heard, though, is not their ‘cry / In the wild sky’, but the male’s remarkable booming call emerging from reedbeds in the breeding season.
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In High Places by Julia Brigdale
a jet fighter appeared out of the north-west sky and slashed through the air directly overhead.
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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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Glass and Stone by Chris Baker
The stone wall was broken. The sides were bulging outwards, elbowed aside by tree roots snaking through the wall’s interior.
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Canticle for the Creatures by Ian Tattum
the symbols…have a life of their own; they shape shift with time and experience.
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A walk along Chesil by Sarah Acton
A new podcast in which the writer Sarah Acton takes a walk along Chesil beach.
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Waiting for the bird apocalypse by Jasmine Donahaye
The first dead guillemot was on its back, plump and shining, its white breast and belly glossy and wet.
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Protected: White Horses, Kiwi, Trench by Susannah Walker
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
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Ends the Land Suddenly by Paul Gamble
This was our unfenced existence, among crumbling towers and tunnels; we scampered up, clambered around, and investigated all manner of half-ruins
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Luskentyre by Ian Grosz
I can hear the distant sound of the ocean, smell the ozone in the air and feel the fine mist of salt-spray against my skin.
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