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

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

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 lot of Colin McRae Ral...

It is a truth universally acknowledged that everybody wants a live-in vehicle. Baby boomers with a pension want a fibreglass kitchen appliance on wheels, whi...

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

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

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

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 line on the dirt t...

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 normal mental functi...

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

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

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 a pedestrian concou...

Violence sweeps through the Zone, wave after wave, leaving rainbows. These are not the only conspiracy of the rain and light to capture the eye's taste for...

Here’s a feeling I’d forgotten, a summer sensation with a twist of the mystic, not a thing at all maybe – but it brings a strange familiarity like something ...