In the Middle of Remote Places
Looking into the eyes of a grouse he has just shot, Mike Freeman sees “a brown pupil encased in custard,” an eye that “didn’t…
Looking into the eyes of a grouse he has just shot, Mike Freeman sees “a brown pupil encased in custard,” an eye that “didn’t…
I have been thinking lately of going feral. Once or twice each season I briefly leave the comforts of my home in the front…