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The Goodly Mist
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⚞ nature?

Santiago Ramón y Cajal’s sketch of cells in a chick’s cerebellum; from Estructura de los centros nerviosos de las aves, 1905

Pippin Barr, v r 3 “The irony of software designers tricking us into believing water is real by observing nature more carefully than we often do, is quite amusing and perhaps a sign of the times, or things to come.” Tristan Gooley, How To Read Water

Today marks the anniversary of my discovery that gorse flowers, if ground against the tongue, start to taste of prawn mayonnaise after ten seconds or so.

Sticking my head out from the bedroom window every morning, currently; as I’ve isolated that sensation-moment, when the rods and cones in my eyes first rinse together on the daylight and the wind, as the single best element of camping, and one that I can replicate every day if I want. Yesterday I heard the […]

I had to do some thinking, in a professional sense, yesterday: and these days (I’m not sure when the turn came) that requires its own calendar notification. I gave myself two hours, a scrap of folded paper, and the five miles along the craning turn of Swansea Bay; as far from the town centre to […]

This late/early winter, in lieu of having much else to do, I’ve been trying to become a better naturalist. It may seem an odd time of year to be out looking for plants and animals, but it’s ideal for the beginner. With many animals hibernating, most of the insects dead, underground or in torpor, and […]

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Fan Hir, the Long Peak, looking south last February.

I never saw the beater who brought the pheasants to Cob Cottage and slung them over the wall, like panniers full of cooling lunch. In my mind they are an utter stereotype, one I don’t need to describe to you, one that we can all picture as they disappeared around the keystone of the house […]

That Lashed Moon

My father has had a telescope for many years. It’s an intimidating limb of utter precision, and I think he is terrified by it. Within it are more complex sciences than he, a former organic chemist doctor, has ever performed in his life. A zen machine, it is powered by light, and remains useless without […]

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