Trophy Hunting: The Good, the Bad, and the Not what you thought.

Following a request from myself to write for the amazing nature/environmental magazine Natures Gold, and in keeping with the theme of “Home” present as the core of the 6th Issue of Spring 2021, I wrote an article that dealt with the much debated and controversial topic of “Trophy Hunting”, or as some know it as,…

The Graveyard.

I don’t rightly know how I got here. Or at least. I couldn’t rightly tell you. My brain is telling awful fibs these days. But I am here all the same. I enter cautiously. Tentatively. Do I really belong here? It’s a question my mind pushes to the peak of the pile most days. But…

The Kids are gonna Save the World.

It’s Earth Day 2021, and the launch of a momentous and important campaign is upon us. Want to stand up for nature in your local area? Be that change for those before and after you! I wrote this article for The Wildlife Trust Wales, to showcase the amazing work being done globally by young people…

The power of story: my journey to becoming a storyteller.

A few weeks back, The Beaver Trust put out a call for guest writers, and received a monumental list of excellent creatives. I was honoured to be included in this lineup, and chose to explore one of my greater passions; Storytelling. Whilst it has not been released on The Beaver Trust website as of yet,…

A brown boy, a bowl of branflakes and a Bruce Springsteen puzzle.

You can’t start a fire. You can’t start a fire without a spark. This guns for hire. Even if we’re just dancing in the dark. Wanna change my clothes my hair my face. Man I aint getting nowhere. Wow. Very generic Dawood. So what if you start an article with superficially meaningful lyrics from a…

Flight of a Pixie

And she made it. This is the long awaited sequel to my last post whereupon I decided to keep a shiny, brown, finely tapered pupae found in the garden hidden beneath a fine coating of soil and transfer it to yet another shallow depth of soil but this time in a tank on my desk….

Pixies, Sprites and Moths…

It’s a blistering almost-summers day, dappled patterns playing across the lawn, as sunlight escapes through the gaps in the leaves of the trees bordering the garden. A mistlethrush, his mellow spotted chest flitting in and out of view, calls out cheerfully into the refreshing breeze, the wind playfully snatching at his verbose chatter. I’m sat…