Butterfly numbers are crashing: one of a vast multitude of flashing red lights warning of the death of the natural world all around us. But we CAN reverse this, by banning pesticides and initiating mass rewilding. Less talk, more action. 🌏 www.theguardian.com/environment/...
Conservation group calls on government to ban insect-killing neonicotinoid pesticides outright
Tomorrow (27th Sept, from 6pm) at Christ Church Oxford I'll be part of a launch event for this most excellent book “Alice Through the Looking-Glass: a Companion”. There are still a few, if only a few, free tickets available: if you're in Oxford, come along. www.eventbrite.com/e/book-launc...
Join us for the launch of the "Alice Through the Looking-Glass" - the first interdisciplinary study of Wonderland's much-neglected sequel.
It's Friday which means it's Sausage Contemplation Day - or as most of us know it #SausageLeague@wombat37.bsky.social 's local chippy. I'm not doing well this season, not won anything, so I need to meditate on it.
ALT: a man is sitting on a couch with strings around his head and the words `` did somebody say '' written above him .
Fancy giving some Flash Fiction a go? Pop on over to the Flash Dogs site and get a few words out there (<250). I've put my first one up... flashdogswriting.wordpress.com/flashdogs-eq...
On the day of the autumnal equinox, the world briefly balances on the edge of light and darkness. In that fleeting moment, something extraordinary happens. The barriers between worlds thin, allowing t...
There are those who believe in divination by boneyard lichen. Hooklanders call it tomb-blight telling. Charts to tomorrow in swirl and splotch. A thousand branchings to show the possible worlds stemming from the now. Of course, it's a difficult art to master. – #MattAdams, 1982
I know it's not Sunday any more (by a long shot) so I hope I'll be forgiven for wedging this in for #SundayPixShadow#SundayPix#photography
As a teenager in Neustrelitz (East Germany), I painted small stones purple and left them all over town. Did it for years. It drove the police and Stasi nuts. It meant nothing. It just felt good to do something they couldn't control or understand.