• Pest police picnic planning

    When I came home from my Big Wild Sleepout expedition, I found there was something missing.

    I felt it intuitively as I approached the front door. Something in the street felt wrong. It wasn’t anything I saw, just the reverse, it was something I didn’t see. Something I didn’t hear.

    It took me at least 24 hours to realise that the hole in my life was the absence of swifts. They’d departed for Africa…

    • 24 Aug 2013
  • Bear necessities

    When I first heard about the Big Wild Sleepout I was determined to pitch a tent in central London. All enquiries led pretty much to the same response: “you can’t camp here. Local by-laws prohibit camping here!”
    As it happened, the Sleepout weekend clashed with a rare opportunity to visit relatives in America, so camping plans were revised. I wanted to make it an occasion my children would remember…
    • 14 Aug 2013