January 19, 2001 (2am)Twenty years ago we bounced up the track to this farmhouse. Our new home. It was pitch black and bitterly cold. But we could not have been happier. Life had just changed beyond our...

I appreciate the way some Catalan friends possess, in their succinct English, the gift of getting to the nub of a matter.“If your body is making a noise,” says our doctor Marta, glad of the opportunity...

When it comes home again for good (it may still be absent but remains deep in the DNA of this wild, wonderful country) I will rejoice.When, not if.The lynx, such a scarce, stunning creature, is emblematic...

Thank you Frida.Your self-effacing, sweeping memoir of living on a continent sliding towards disaster offers an engaging and at the same time shuddering perspective on the human condition and the ever-present...

I dig in the garden with my partner. At dusk we wander the farm. Sometimes we talk. We ache with age and labour, but we press on, gladly. We have a lot to do, much to plant and a great many things to abstain...

What on Earth do we make of this time?Tragedies mount. Isolation bites. Bravery and selfless service by a minority pound the consciences of the majority.We are denied contact, more aware than ever now...

Forget mortality for a precious while. Too alarming. The current shadow scaring the world needs qualified perspective, and I will leave that to the experts.Let’s talk about immortality.What’s in a...

“Ecology? Look it up. You’re involved.”So it began, on posters plastered across Vancouver fifty years ago, the movement that matters much to me, to us as a family. That my wife is Canada-born is...