Autumn arrives on a carriage drawn by horses of mist. Cotton-gauze swathed trees stand still in a moving sea of colour ever-changing with the layers of

When the sun stays up late and the flowers reach out to touch the sky, when daddy-longlegs paint the air with notes sung by the

The sun sets over the rim of coastal hills near Silverdale in Lancashire and the cloudless sky of an early spring evening glazes over with a

Migratory birds draw eyes and hearts with their calls and mesmerising shape-shifting through the fluid colours of dawn and dusk. The birds are pulled by

The valley wakes under a duvet of mist. The nights are cooler once more, the air rich with moisture. The forests change, day by day.

Birds dart across the river, chasing midges in the morning sun, while here and there a leaf glides down to land softly on the water, joined by

June: The meadows smell of cut grass, the light is at its brightest. The hares run across the hills before the setting sun.   When the

Stop fidgeting, quell the impulse to look at your phone, to change your location, but stay put and attune yourself to your surroundings. Let your eye wander

Owls have always held a fascination. Their place in lore is firmly anchored due to their ability to move so very silently, and appear like

Snow-covered fields at dawn, nature blanketed by quiet, January rules the moors. Up on Pendle, the snow provides a unique opportunity to follow the local