On reflection

I LIFT my head to the weak sun and give thanks for having survived another winter. It’s good to see the lane is passable, even if there are ruts and puddles. However, I can still see the bones of icy,

OCCASIONALLY on rural roads you’ll see cones and a sign proclaiming, Hedge cutting in progress. Sure enough, a little further on you’ll find a tractor with a fearsome looking attachment giving the hed

It’s easy to underestimate the power of winter out on the hillside when you’re tucked away in the lea of a stable yard, finds Tessa Waugh , after an optimistic hacking route proves treacherous

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I grew up in Greenland skiing and shooting, and competed for Denmark in biathlon at the Milano Cortina Olympics. But the sport I love is becoming harder to recognize as a winter sport at all. At the w