Here at Nation.Cymru we can never resist the delightful roll call of Christmas birds by nature writer Tawny Clark…so here…
Tawny Clark Striding along a former railway line, on a steep mountainside above the hidden village of Cymmer, in the…
Tawny Clark A Tittering of twelve piebald magpies, leaping about like peers at a Christmas party. ‘Good morning m’Lord’. A…
Tawny Clark A tarmac sky descends on overworked windscreen wipers, as I traverse the snaking hairpins high above Aberdare. Up…
Tawny Clark Congested with cold and anchored down by the weight of the world, a cheeky adolescent is the last…
Tawny Clark We’ve all been there. ‘You should’ve come yesterday, there were loads of them,’ or ‘we see them all…
Tawny Clark Today’s task is rather curious. Going, as it does, rather against the grain. You expect ‘neat and tidy’…
Tawny Clark The pillar-box-red Bakelite phone is suddenly aglow and ringing frantically off the hook. ‘Holy Tintinnabulation!’ Without delay, I…
Tawny Clark It’s not every day a family stroll turns into an epic rainforest adventure, yet, deep in the heart…
Tawny Clark After a sleepless night of camping, we’ve spent a magnificent, albeit seemingly endless day meandering along the winding…
Tawny Clark Enveloped within a Cathedral of enlivened leaves, I find myself rooted to the ground. An uplifting choir of…
Tawny Clark Despite the early hour, I feel the sun’s warmth on my skin as I lift my face to…
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