Everything from the humble woodlouse to specks of dust moving through a ray of sunlight. Each tells a story.

I’m pretty sure I’m the only author who intends to take the longest possible route to a destination that will always be over the next hill.

December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.

One cannot help but identify with the life-giving quality of water, not just to quench our thirst, but for our emotional and spiritual wellbeing.

Have courage to go your own way and fulfil the dreams that are unique and important to you.

The ever-increasing weight of responsibilities that enmeshes our lives keeps us locked into the system. We become the pulse that keeps the beast alive, but the cost is our own lives. The natural world around us shrinks, crushed beneath the suffocating might of work.