Giles Catchpole hopes for cool heads in cold climes

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

the first flowers of the year carry a specialness that no other bloom or season can touch. I’ll spend weeks looking for the first snowdrop and then, when I finally find one, I’ll get down on my hands

From her Yorkshire smallholding, Sally Coulthard marvels at the superpowers of crepuscular creatures that emerge in the magical half-light of dawn and dusk

There is something magical about the snowdrops at Colesbourne Gardens. Thousands of dainty flowers march into the distance under trees, their white skirts lifting gently in the breeze. In places, they

Frostlines Neil Shea (Picador, £20) A BOOK title ...