Mike Gould

Can writing about climate change make a difference or are we just scribbling lines in the water? The power of the writer If there has...

" I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind...

On a boring beach, and how Wordsworth teaches us to give experience time and space.

At Havre de la Vanlee, near St Martin de Brehal, we come out of the restaurant to see that it is a night when the highest tide has driven...

Happy New Year to anyone and everyone who drops in on the site and my blog. Happy? Hmm - let's reserve judgement on that. But 'new',...