Spring 2020, the COVID-19 outbreak. Dawn has to self-isolate, and finds herself turning to her daughter’s first crush to help bring her supplies just as her own first love, her estranged ex-husband, gets back in touch.
They were just exploring. It was just a bit of fun. But some stories are better left untold.
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She was calm, and I was screaming.
Jemima thinks she has snagged a fantastic deal buying a shop for her new bakery, with its new oven, hardwood floors, and freshly painted walls. The only problem is that damn painting.
It was thick rainforest, humming with life, but to reach it we had to walk through what I can only describe as an open wound.
Nina joined an expedition camping in Bornean Rainforest and writes about the privilege of spending a night in the canopy.
I’m going to climb a tree to 80 metres. That’s pretty high. Higher than the Leaning Tower of Pisa, at 56 metres. Higher than Nelson’s Column in Trafalgar Square, at 51 metres. Just 13 metres short of the Statue of Liberty. But I’m not just going to climb that high, pee my pants and climb …
Searching for salamanders is like playing biology bingo- overturning rocks and wet logs you could find a dangerously bright millipede, a waxy, white grub as big as your thumb or- if you get lucky- a small, endangered salamander.
Anyone who has ever camped in Britain will know- taking down your tent in the rain is tricky. However, taking down your tent when it is suspended from a tree hanging over a swollen river in the rain is… something else.