Robert Macfarlane (1) (1976–)

about the Broomway . .
What do you call a path that is no path?

on the sea roads . . .
Between the gannets, fulmars and kittiwakes were cutting the sky up in arcs and curves, leaving - to my night eyes - trails of light like the traces on an overexposed photograph.

Interesting book, but I was expecting something a bit more explorative and a little less... well, intimate and personal.
Will definitely give a second chance if it fits in my present attempt at organising my reading by currents of meaning.

Just a stunning book; unlike any I’ve read prior. With no real plot, the rhythm of the book takes a minute to adjust to, but the incredible beauty of thought and language that emerge are only available to someone who has spent a lot of time present in a space, both physically and mentally. It is rare that I read a sentence or paragraph and just immediately want to go back and read it again due to sheer delight it brought me, but that was a regular occurrence with this book…

The most beautifully illustrated book I’ve probably ever read! Beautiful nature poetry and writings mixed with watercolor drawings that makes me want to frame them ALL! Foxes, owls, birches, swallows….ahhh! I loved it. A peaceful moment amidst the craziness all around. Please find a way to enjoy this little book!!