I’m sceptical about news stories you sometimes read of big black cats roaming the countryside. I was, however, tempted to don my boots for a hike I found on the internet titled In the Footsteps of the

As Paul and I wander along sun-dappled paths through ancient woodland, a multitude of birds singing their hearts out, it’s hard to believe we’re still in Greater London. Wind back a few days…. We had

Traverse the spiritual home of gritstone and the upper moors of the Peak District , while visiting Robin Hood and Jane Eyre sites.

When the darker nights set in, and the clocks have gone back, it’s all too easy to neglect getting out and about in the great outdoors, but we love this time of year. The last of the yellows, oranges

This week’s dream: a little corner of Blighty ...

To walk around a midwinter garden on a fine day when everything has shrunk down to its essential elements is like walking around a gallery. You can take your time, see things with fresh eyes and be ch