Read More“As I looked up from the field tracks of the Woodcock, I was instantly captivated by the entrancing effervescence of a wall of suspended icicles, frozen in time. The rock face had been encased by mosses, ferns and the gigantic teeth of winter’s farewell.”
Winter Wanderings
Read More“After a short while, it slid clumsily down the rock face. Wondering if this would be the moment, we watched in anticipation. The pup quickly provided us with an answer by bounding straight over to the next rock pool, which was subsequently followed by more flapping and clapping. Clearly not quite ready to take the plunge just yet, but at least it was enjoying itself.”