Was I under a cloud? Did it disapprove? Was I a few Brownie Points down on Day 27 of 30 Days Wild out on Chat Moss?

It seems that in having drained my energy levels over the past few days, whilst I wandered the open landscape of Chat Moss, that the sun couldn't be bothered blazing its light through my…

With the thermometer promising a “cool” 30C today, a quiet corner in the shade was the order of the day, where I could do bit of pondering for my wild day number 25.

With temperatures predicted to reach 28C today I did consider that, perhaps, there would be too little shelter to be had on the wander that my cuppa time had decided I should follow today.

A thoughtful retracing of steps first taken 50 plus years ago, well, it was a quiet sort of day in the wild, as if it was taking stock for the summer.

There is an unwritten expectation that as I roam in these 30 days Wild, out on Chat Moss, that I will be a food source for many an insect.

I heard them first, that almost troubled restless tone when they are unsure and pass this feeling on throughout their flock. It's also an assurance to those new to this newly formed community…

A wander west to Woolston Eyes Nature Reserve via canopy of bird sound started off day 20 of 30 Days Wild.

The difficulty arises when trying to complete such gentle challenges as recording my personal experiences of 30 Days Wild, no, not necessarily because each day demands a new experience of the wild…

It was perhaps obvious that my thoughts on Day 18 of 30 Days Wild turned to ducks, as it was going to be yet another ‘slightly’ wet morning.