Despite how often I’ve read about the U.K.’s mysterious and danger-filled moorlands in the works of Dickens and the Brontës, growing up in the coastal rainforest of the Pacific Northwest as I did it has never fully made sense to me how so many people have for so long perceived such peril in what appears to be simply a softly colored landscape of gently rolling hillocks and the occasional dramatic stone outcrop.
This week, Mark looks back on a number of the books he’s reviewed over the past year that in one way or another have Hen Harriers or grouse shooting as at least part of their subject. Beginning with Gill Lewis’ Sky Dancer from Oxford University Press (a book with which seems particularly impressed), he moves through some others you might have already read as well as others of which you might not yet even have heard. Pop over to his blog to see the entire list, titled “Some Books,” with links to the individual review for each.
I was in my late thirties when I saw my first fireflies during a visit to the midwest. My companions, all very well acquainted with these crepuscular wonders, laughed heartily at both my initial shock and then rapt amazement at the other-worldly glow they produced as they hung in the warm evening air.