Gillian burke

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Coming up for air

Night as a space of fear and imagination

30-minute birder Amanda Tuke follows the Ouseburn to the Tyne in search of urban nature and the city’s most intriguing residents

Whooshing trees, clattering fish, fizzing reed piles: at the National Trust’s Wicken Fen Nature Reserve, a new trail conceived by audio-visual sculptor Kathy Hinde gives voice to the life that hides under or around the surface of ponds and ditches

My father was always late. And by late, I mean really late. Like an hour or two. The December I was five, he missed my school nativity. (I was a sheep and Mom had made me a costume out of an old robe