My summer reading has gone au naturel. I’ve weened myself off my usually favoured voice-heavy teenagers and a spate of uncharacteristic historical travel essays and pared my reading down to what’s essential in life: air, water, land. At Booth’s Bookshop at Hay in May I bought sports commentator and naturalist Simon Barnes’ My Natural History: […]
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