Busy waiters, back and forth with orders queue in silent squabble on quartz folds, then dispatch on frantic wings over froth and green an...

Where others have strong fingers and nerves, we have tactics. Ferdia was the racing driver. I was the pitstop mechanic.

The wind is at me as I tiptoe in the eggshells and madness, sure to blow the sounds of me over Tintagel’s bare crown and to kingdom gone...

Many journey through this bleak expanse, but few share with their fellow travellers a word or a glance; their eyes are glazed windows on spi

It’s early morning in Llanberis, tipped with autumn cool. Staccato jackdaws rule the High Street, chacking and swaggering, cocky as youth...

I always thought of herons as silent and solitary birds. Last night on the Åbyfjord in Bohuslän, I scrambled to a promontory above the ha...

I guess it always happens fast, otherwise it wouldn't happen. I haven't crashed a car before, not properly, at speed. It reminded me a lo...

It is a truth universally acknowledged that everybody wants a live-in vehicle. Baby boomers with a pension want a fibreglass kitchen appl...

Imagine the perfect weapon, that could obliterate a target completely, with no collateral damage. No explosions, no messy coughing up of ...

Elidir’s unmade face floats, upturned in the lake - the body is water, glass-like, land-filled. The legs drive blood by pulsing tunnels, ...

Summer drains the last of its energy, browning the bracken and plumping blackberries. There will be no grandstand peroration for the mou...

"In the morning the effects of the Grey Man's curse were sufficiently plain; rocks had been detached that no earthly power could move, a...

I needed to get lonely. I was full reeling drunk, caught out by those last three or two shots, doing my unlevel best to walk a straight...

December 2011, a few nights before the solstice: I am all but asleep at the wheel on the M80 between Stirling and Glasgow. It’s 3 a.m., a...

The raven bounces on the air overhead, folds its wings as it rides a weightless arc, inverts and drops like a dart, spirals upright and...

You were in the Alps. Was it good? Yeah, it was good, but… For no obvious reason, I spent the first few days in Chamonix swaying between ...

On the shattered edge of the continent, it’s elemental. The elements are mental. Crack hit-squalls send us to ground, coming out twitch...

Just outta Bridgeport, there's some hot springs up a dirt track behind the ranger office. Real nice spot. Great views over the mountains ...

In the month before Christmas, I got to know a segment of paved ground outside Morrisons in a town called Rothwell, near Leeds. It was ...