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F rom the top of the highest peak ...

August has a reputation among followers of the natural world for being something of a non-event, but, with a sickle in his hand, John Lewis-Stempel is granted a glimpse of a magical underworld in a field of ripe wheat

I t takes all sorts. Some readers, for ...

FOR JOHN KEATS, AUTUMN WAS THE SEASON OF MISTS AND MELLOW FRUITFULNESS. HERE, THE COUNTRY LIVING TEAM AND FRIENDS HIGHLIGHT WHAT THIS TIME OF YEAR MEANS TO THEM – FROM CRAFTING WREATHS TO BOTTLING SLOE GIN

Are you hiding how you feel, covering it ...

OH, what a good boy. Look at that handsome face. What’s his name?” “It’s, er, Woofles,” Jane said. “Come on then, you – I’m sure the lady’s busy.” “Oh, don’t mind about me, I’m in no rush,” the woman