
The Snails and the Whale
I know an island. A magical place, a smudge of green grass rising out of the bluest of seas, where … Continue reading The Snails and the Whale
I know an island. A magical place, a smudge of green grass rising out of the bluest of seas, where … Continue reading The Snails and the Whale
It’s early, still before nine, and I’m driving. The sun is bright and low, forcing me to squint, and the … Continue reading Collecting the Eggs
A Sunday in mid November, and it is a day of glorious life affirming sunshine. Sadly, I am up a … Continue reading Long Shadows and Woodsmoke
A quick lunchtime stroll around the Sanctuary, and I’m chasing shadows – glimpses of movement, flitterings and scutterings, and an … Continue reading Chasing Shadows
My name is Eric Wark and I am a booksniffer. It is a simple and habitual pleasure, almost unconscious and … Continue reading Booksniffing