MOSS AND STONE

Wherever I go, I find myself drawn to churchyards, not out of any morbid curiosity, but because of the stories they hold. They are places that preserve the history of local communities, written in stone and marble, each gravestone speaking of lives once lived, patterns … Continue readingMOSS AND STONE

THE AERIALIST

The scream comes before the bird: a sudden, searing note overhead that stops me in my tracks, leaving me scanning the North Wales skies for the longed-for rush of dark, scythe-shaped wings. They are back! My heart soars. Common swifts normally arrive here during late … Continue readingTHE AERIALIST