Country Diary
May 11, 2022
2 minutes
Tamie Blackett
In the roll call of what fashionable nature writers call the British ‘soundscapes’, there can’t be many that can compete with dawn on a grouse moor in the North Pennines in late April.
We parked the Land Rover and stumbled across white grass and heather, following a line of butts in the dark, then crept into our tents as the first
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