Amid the short, cold days of winter, many riders struggle with motivation and mood. James Shrubsall finds out why this time of year hits so hard – and how to fight back

This is your second book about exploring the countryside after dark; what intrigues you about nightwalking? Full disclosure. I began nightwalking out of necessity, since the village pub that sold Wadw

Spring is unfurling in Fiona Cumberpatch’s container garden in Lincolnshire and she’s appreciating every small stage

I WAS browsing the bookshelf in a charity shop when I glanced up to see my neighbour outside, trying to come in. With his arms fully encumbered with a large bag, the door was proving difficult to open

There comes a time every year, somewhere between the middle of March and the first week of April, when I am possessed by my garden. It runs through my veins like a dancing river, occupies my sleep wit

I like the slow-quick-slow burn of early spring, with the leaves unfurling slowly but surely. Some plants are decidedly cautious; whitebeams and catalpa won’t show themselves for weeks, while impatien