'A Claxton Diary' Mark Cocker
‘Another beautiful, revelatory country diary from one of the best nature writers in Britain.’ Penguin books
Every day Mark Cocker walks down to the river from his cottage on the edge of the Norfolk Broads, observing the other inhabitants of his parish. Here are blackbirds at their dawn chorus and owls ghosting down the dykes at last light. Here are unwedded queen ants pouring out of the pavement cracks for their nuptial flight, or a garden cross spider spraying a bumblebee with jets of silk that are, gram for gram, stronger than tensile steel.
Vivid and dazzling, A Claxton Diary reminds us that we are all just members of one miraculous family, fashioned from sunlight and the dust from old stars.
'If you’ve never read Mark Cocker, then you must. His style is sharp, selfless, and wonderfully evocative, his knowledge deep and wide-ranging but lightly borne, his curiosity joyful and infectious.' Mail On Sunday, Books of the Year
‘Another beautiful, revelatory country diary from one of the best nature writers in Britain.’ Penguin books
Every day Mark Cocker walks down to the river from his cottage on the edge of the Norfolk Broads, observing the other inhabitants of his parish. Here are blackbirds at their dawn chorus and owls ghosting down the dykes at last light. Here are unwedded queen ants pouring out of the pavement cracks for their nuptial flight, or a garden cross spider spraying a bumblebee with jets of silk that are, gram for gram, stronger than tensile steel.
Vivid and dazzling, A Claxton Diary reminds us that we are all just members of one miraculous family, fashioned from sunlight and the dust from old stars.
'If you’ve never read Mark Cocker, then you must. His style is sharp, selfless, and wonderfully evocative, his knowledge deep and wide-ranging but lightly borne, his curiosity joyful and infectious.' Mail On Sunday, Books of the Year
‘Another beautiful, revelatory country diary from one of the best nature writers in Britain.’ Penguin books
Every day Mark Cocker walks down to the river from his cottage on the edge of the Norfolk Broads, observing the other inhabitants of his parish. Here are blackbirds at their dawn chorus and owls ghosting down the dykes at last light. Here are unwedded queen ants pouring out of the pavement cracks for their nuptial flight, or a garden cross spider spraying a bumblebee with jets of silk that are, gram for gram, stronger than tensile steel.
Vivid and dazzling, A Claxton Diary reminds us that we are all just members of one miraculous family, fashioned from sunlight and the dust from old stars.
'If you’ve never read Mark Cocker, then you must. His style is sharp, selfless, and wonderfully evocative, his knowledge deep and wide-ranging but lightly borne, his curiosity joyful and infectious.' Mail On Sunday, Books of the Year
