Discovered a small slice of heaven in the mountain beech forests the other day. A valley of waterfalling light and reaching leaves, the crystal-clear stream carrying the memory of snowfields.

Delighted to be joining the brilliant Sofka Zinovieff at this year's Athens Literary Salon in Plaka on May 28th, followed by Josh Barley and Ian Collins for an evening of conservation, history, poetry and Greek folk music. Free entry but booking required.
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In the cold grey light, cherry blossom falling like snow.

Light and leaf becoming the same thing.

As if we needed more reasons to love ravens

Scientists who use ecoacoustics to measure habitats and species say that quiet is falling across thousands of habitats, as the planet witnesses extraordinary losses in the density and variety of species. theguardian.com/environment/20…

Sometimes there’s good news, too. Tremendously glad to read this today. Curious and a bit skeptical, I must admit, about what it will actually look like in practice. Here’s hoping. Julian Hoffman

'When Krause listened through his archive, he realised a story was emerging: a subtle but noticeable loss in the density and variety of natural sounds.'

Vital piece on the silencing of what soundscape recordist Bernie Krause calls 'biophony.' Katherine Krause
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And what's so shocking about this devastating trend for rivers and lakes is its alarming speed, hastened by warmer winters, sporadic rains and declining snows. Not to mention springs like this one, in which parts of northern Greece recorded temperatures above 30C today, in April.

More hoopoes than you could shake a stick at in Prespa's lakeside forest this morning. Plus cuckoos, woodlarks, blackcaps, nightingales, black woodpeckers and wrynecks. A huge sonic feast laid out on a beautiful table of spring trees.

When evening lowers into gold.

Moment of sweet promise for the cherries (we hope!) to come.

Night blossom was our eclipse

Lovely to see this finished copy of the paperback edition of Wild Air. Published a month today by 4th Estate Books

Six months since saying goodbye. Mitzi was born on our sofa when a friend asked us to briefly care for his pregnant cat, claiming she wasn't due for ages. And because we said yes, Mitzi filled our hearts for 15 years. The grief is a little easier because we remember so much love.

At around 0730 on 9th April 1917, Edward Thomas was killed.

The remaining blank pages of his diary are creased by the pressure-wave from a German shell.

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When the next total solar eclipse passes over Fredericton in 2079 and our son is 60 years old, I hope he looks back at this photo and remembers this day.

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Absolutely no discernible difference between a five million year old fossilised oak leaf found in St Bauzile, France and a five month old oak leaf from our woodland

Snowmelt riffling through a mountain stream as a cuckoo calls its name from a greening willow.

'He was of the forest and I was of the desert. Our friendship grew from what was hidden and what was exposed.'

Beautiful reflection from TerryTempestWilliams on her friendship with Barry Lopez and his deep and attentive love of the world High Country News

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