The Hebrides’ arc is a pummelled shield; the continent’s first and last. The ancient foundations are laid bare, three billion years’...

A dash of motion, then a bump. I braked to a stop, and looked in the wing mirror. A small brown body was unmoving in the verge. No, not...

In the desert, nothing moved. For weeks, only a rare car or truck scrawling dust, the sun giving shadows slow chase. We travelled far to...

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

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...

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...

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

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

Yes, it's a blog about a blog. All of the pieces older than this one, which appear to have been written in an extraordinary burst of...

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

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

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...

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...

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 a...

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

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...