Because the Night – orders and disorders of the dark

20th, Nov 2015

It is late November in London. The sun rises at around 7.20am and sets around 4pm, giving those of us who live on the latitude 52.15 degrees North just over eight and a half hours of light each day.

The Indri - on the brink of extinction?

19th, Sep 2015

We hear the sound as soon as we step out of the car. A high-pitched wail, forlorn but also urgent, threads through the forest.

             ‘What’s that?’ I ask Mamy, our guide.

            ‘That’s what everyone comes here to see,’ he replies.

The Rainy Season – an exemplary work of literary journalism

22nd, Jul 2015

The squalls come, one after the other, as if generated by a dark machine somewhere over the horizon. Here in this quarter of the Indian ocean the northern hemisphere summer months of June and July signal the ‘winter’ rains, or what passes for winter on these humid latitudes.

Land of Ice and Fire – and Literature

20th, Jun 2015

I am soon off to Iceland again, my second trip to the land of ice and fire. Iceland also happens to be ‘probably the world’s most bookish country,’ according to The Guardian.

Questions of Travel: the work of Norman Lewis

25th, May 2015

Think of the long trip home.

Should we have stayed at home and thought of here?

                                               Elizabeth Bishop, ‘Questions of Travel’


Animal Hunger Games – tales from safari guide school

19th, Apr 2015

      ‘Always walk with a torch at night. There are snakes and scorpions around. Also leopard, hyena, even lion. One night last year we were sitting here having dinner and a male lion walked into the kitchen.’

      ‘Did he find anything to eat?’

The Lives of Predators: H is for Hawk

27th, Feb 2015

Of all animals, the lives of predators are perhaps the most difficult for us to imagine. I was reminded of this recently, when I interviewed the acclaimed writer Helen MacDonald for the UE

Winter Garden - an exhibition

30th, Jan 2015

‘Winter Garden’ is the title of an exhibition curated by Lucy Reynolds for Flat Time House, a South London gallery, and for which I’ve been commissioned to write and read a story.