Our first morning back at home after a week camping transformed from quiet and sleepy to excited in an instant. One of my daughters spotted a bird of prey in the back garden. I grabbed my camera, slapped on my longer lens, and tried to grab some decent images of
December rather got away from us this year, so we finally headed to Spithandle Nursery to collect our Christmas tree with the big day already in sight…
When a book about silence isn’t really about an absence of audible noise, you know you’re being led on a quest by Erling Kagge towards something more personal and revelatory than you expected.