walking

Our vexed relationship with ourselves as nature There is a widespread assumption running through many...

I never stopped walking afterwards. Short distances. Longer distances. Walking words. My own name. The...

Part of me arrived when I saw the skyscrapers – an image I hadn’t expected,...

‘You will see it further south,’ said Vassil, the archaeologist who was letting me sleep...

The second story was even more fantastic. Before there were mountains here – before there...

A deep consciousness of this wildness exists in many of the Romanians I’ve met. They...

Often it’s a good thing to begin a journey with low expectations. Yes, the landscape...

  The sound it made was extraordinary. I had to keep stopping to listen. The...

The Alps, I knew, lay somewhere to my right, but for the past three days...

My energy was low on the Rhine near the village of Rolandseck. It was a...

My perceptions of distance have altered quickly. In a car, or even on a bike,...