I am a regular visitor to the North Downs. The North Downs Way is a national trail that runs from Farnham to Dover. I am walking parts of the trail again and again, backwards and sometimes (what feels like) upside down.
For the past four years I have been writing short pieces about walking the downs, photographing its wildlife and trying to learn as much as I can about its geological, cultural and natural history.
We drink up and head to the train station, a horse with hair like Little Richard, tangled by months-old burdock burrs, chews vegetation on the edge of the lane. Up ahead, in perfect entanglement, shrink-wrapped cheese sandwiches dangle from a twig.
View my North Downs diary archive
The roar grows ever louder: Cuxton, September 2016
The man from Italy: Coulsdon, June 2016
From here to Canterbury: Coulsdon, May 2015
A neon waltz: Coulsdon, May 2014
Something new: Coulsdon, July 2013
The endless scene: Kent, December 2012