An affecting new book on women and the sea is beautifully written

What was the world like, when last these slopes were dense with woodland? What will the world be like when these seedlings are full grown?

Every night, you can hope to see a shooting star every 10 to 15 minutes

Push beyond our limits, we slid into a world of illusions as our brains struggled to make sense of their surroundings

Swimming in winter is not for the faint-hearted—but don't let that put you off

The lengthening nights are a casket of wonders, if one only makes an effort to observe them

I dared not imagine the sort of desperate, protracted battle in which a splitting axe might come in useful overnight

Life is humbling, as my fire-starting abilities never fail to prove

Its speakers number in the tens of thousands. There are no monolingual speakers left alive. So why learn Gaelic?

Nothing can prepare you for an Arctic winter