Day three of my 12 Days Wild and I am back on the Moss in the wind and rain. Some things never change, but who am I to complain, I choose to be buffeted by the wind and my waterproofs simply…

First bird song of day two of my 12 Days Wild came from a small chorus of house sparrows, which almost made me forget that this bird is now on the Red List (highest category) of Birds of…

Peatlands birding legend Dave Steel begins his 12 days of Christmas rejoicing with the willow warbler -a 12cm marvel of feathers that migrates to Europe in the summer from Africa, returning in the…

Now it’s time perhaps to bring the wild home as another lockdown starts and #12DaysWild and the 12 Days of Christmas comes to a close.

This old buzzard moved onto the icy moss which was being swept by a northerly wind and thoughts spun about my heard of the plight of the ground feeding and other birds which have to endure this…

It's Day 10 of the 12 days of Christmas and 12 Days Wild, and peatlands birding legend Dave Steel gets his snowboots on for another epic journey, today, along the banks of the Manchester Ship…

At last I feel that I have finally understood what Bill and Ben the Flowerpot Men were saying all those decades ago.

Less challenging weather out there on the moss today, the birds’ search for food seemed a little easier as the sun worked its de-icing magic upon their snowbound larder.

The blinds drawn back and me straight into the role of Grumpy Father Christmas, created by Raymond Briggs. “Bah-Humbug.” thought I. The day began with me searching for an oasis within this desert…

A garden watch with cuppa in hand. Could this be the stay at home episode, Notes from a Comfy Kitchen?