Somewhere in the amazonian understorey, beneath a great forest canopy, a cricket leaps on to the stem of a shrub. It’s the last leap it will ever make. It never gets to flex its legs again. It’s stuck

Plundering a local byway for a spot of festive foraging, John Lewis-Stempel finds all life proliferating in the multitudinous micro-habitat of the winter hedgerow

The SAS (Special Air Service) make routine use of sleep-deprivation exercises in their selection process, and these often feature in later training. Hallucinations during such exercises are very commo

There is a van in John Little’s garden. That information may not seem so surprising perhaps, until you learn that the van in question isn’t simply parked. It is semi-submerged, with greenery growing o

I t’s 2am and Grandpa Boofhead is feeling frisky, his bellows echoing through the moonlit eucalyptus trees around my house in the Adelaide Hills, South Australia. It’s early spring, the breeding seaso

In 1961, a four-hectare field on the southern edge of an ancient woodland called Monks Wood in Cambridgeshire produced its last crop of barley. Having originally been cleared of trees during the Roman