Wicken Fen

Wicken Fen

Despite a childhood that had conditioned me in all seasons to the outdoors, I had in the last eighteen years become an urban animal. The freewheeling of my childhood – wandering rutted drove roads or climbing straw bale towers on stubble fields – was...
Wagon Living

Wagon Living

The idea of living in a wagon appealed strongly to me. And if I’m honest, it was the romantic instinct which was the prime driver. For people of a certain sensibility, it is easy to be drawn to such a life: the tug of leaving the mainstream, the apparent...
Among Trees

Among Trees

To live in a wood is to shack up against truth. It is stark in its reality; life and death parade before you at every turn. Stand quietly and cast your eyes across the woodland floor. See the young ash seedlings trembling with vulnerability? They have no parent to...
Tale of a Fenland Rabbit

Tale of a Fenland Rabbit

The terrier was making an almighty to-do at the burrow’s entrance. Alerted by the din, the ranger killed his saw and ambled over. Immediately, the hairy dalek fell mute. The ranger ordered the animal away, which it did reluctantly, sitting trembling a few feet...
What 4 x 4

What 4 x 4

Even in the country, what you drive says a little bit about who you are. The London blow-in, the newly arrived townie eager to blend in, nearly always drives a Land Rover. It is an affectation of the wealthy metropolitan immigrant, a dead giveaway. What he gets...