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I quit my monthly Guardian column yesterday. I thought I should explain a bit here about why, in case anyone who reads the column regularly is wondering where it’s got to. The column, which was called The 21st Century Yokel, covered nature, country customs, folklore, landscape, family and my
21st century yokel
Pete and Lady Jane Grey I wore my best shoes to my local Owl Club. Who wouldn’t? I’d only been there a matter of seconds, though, and I was already putting them in jeopardy. An owl had done a poo very close to the entrance to Owl Club
berry pomeroy
My latest Guardian column.
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My latest Guardian column.
beachcombing
countryside
The reason this sheep I met on a walk the other week on Dartmoor looks sceptical is because I'd just told it that it was the best sheep of all time. I shall name this photograph I took on my walk yesterday 'The Easily Offended Sheep And
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Me: "The road is beginning to get very steep now, as we get closer to the moor. You'll notice that it's a very acidic environment up there on the highest points, which has made farming impossible on the majority of the terrain for the last
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My February 2015 column for The Guardian's Life And Style section.
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My January 2015 column for The Guardian's Life And Style section.
cats
A column for The Guardian
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It will soon be a year since I moved to Devon. I am still a novice Devonian, but I am falling more and more in love with the place, and have learned a few things about it during that time. Here are some of the main ones: 1. No sight
countryside
I was walking on Dartmoor today and noticed a pony roll over on his back, about forty yards from the path I was on, above Dartmeet, not far from Yar Tor. "Hello!" I said to him, in the fake posh voice I always use when speaking to ponies