03 March 2013 by Phil Pickin
For many people spring is a favorite time of year - new growth gives the countryside a fresh green hue and new life evident almost everywhere you look!
03 March 2013 by Brian Jones
Although not particularly bright, Polaris lies in an area of sky devoid of bright stars and therefore stands out quite well.
01 March 2013 by Christopher Somerville
Q is for quicksands – The oddest place I’ve ever walked, by a country mile, is that ‘most dreadful gulfe and shippe swallower’, the Goodwin Sands.
20 February 2013 by Eugene Suggett
The unadorned Essex coast may lack the huge cliffs of Cape Wrath, and the dunes of Norfok or Lincolnshire. But the sights from Dengie’s uninterrupted sea wall conjure an atmosphere of their own.
28 January 2013 by Sarah Gardner
The feel of the sun soaking through my coat is a joy I'd almost forgotten, as I make my way to Hampton Court to meet the London Strollers. This afternoon they are walking to Richmond, via Kingston, following part of the 184-miles of Thames Path.
12 December 2012 by Sheila Spence
If you are walking by the shore this winter look out for the small shellfish locally available; cockles, mussels , winkles and the lovely long razor clams can be enjoyed throughout the winter months; they all have an ‘r’ in them.
12 December 2012 by Phil Pickin
Winter can sometimes be thought of as a quiet and uninteresting time of year when it comes to wildlife, but there is more out there than you might think – it’s just a matter of knowing what to look for.
12 December 2012 by Brian Jones
The winter night sky contains a large number of brilliant stars, making it easier to pick out the various star patterns.
12 December 2012 by Paul Stancliffe
As the weather turns colder the thoughts of many a birdwatcher turn to those birds that live to the north and east of the UK – birds from northern Scandinavia, north-western Russia and Eastern Europe.
28 November 2012 by Christopher Somerville
P is for poetry – although I really ought to have filed it long ago, under ‘D is for doggerel’. Why is doggerel always seen as the poor relation of poetry?