The vicious cold of velvety, green water bites my legs and I gasp as I inch my way deeper into the lake. The sun casts a buttery glow over the surrounding Powys hillscape and I pause to take it all in

There was a time when almost every arable field in England was bounded by a hedgerow. It has been estimated that between 1750 and 1850, around 2,000 miles of hedgerow were being planted every year, li

On a leisurely weekend break, the last thing I expected to be wearing was a hard hat with a headlamp, a battery pack and a pair of wellingtons. But there I was, fully togged up – along with seven othe

It’s always risky trying somewhere new, when you really like the place that you’ve been going to at February half-term for the past three years. Add to this our annual craving to see the sea after a l

Following Adam Henson’s excellent article on British wool (November issue), I would like to mention that British wool is used in the compost I purchase from Cumbria. It is brilliant for tomatoes, grow

With its cosy boltholes, quaint villages and breathtaking sunsets, Suffolk is nothing short of magical. Sharing a border with Norfolk, Cambridgeshire, Essex and the North Sea, and spanning a 50-mile s