The email’s blown up. A real 21st century disaster. They’ll come and fix it in the course of one of those eternities they call 3-4 working days. So you may not get this for a while. Still, I’m now on the train, hammering from Norwich to London, where I have a speaking gig to promote… [Read More]

I’ve just received two copies of the US Edition of Ten Million Aliens through the post, so I’m filled with mad dreams of multi-selling trans-Atlantic glory. Certainly the publisher have done a lovely job with it. And to celebrate, here’s a chapter from the book, one in which I introduce the carnivores as I take… [Read More]

And I know it. Hope I don’t blow it. Words of Bob Dylan. Which is by way of saying thank you to everyone who responded to my last piece on this site. I was suggesting that conservation needed a great poet: these nice people said, Simon, baby, that poet is you.        I wish… [Read More]

White on white. Silent flight and silent fall. Warm blood, cold land.  Slow arch-winged flight across the marsh: then a pause for thought. On one of his hunting-perches, looking around with a cold expressionless expression. Heart-shaped face just a little bit like a skull. Flakes falling all around but not disturbing for a second the… [Read More]