Mike Gould

After my nonfiction primary science reader, 'Firenadoes', and my short novel for international students, 'Caught in the Fire', my...

On chance encounters, the pleasures of hawks, and the sublime Music to die for One hill I'm prepared to die on, is that the main theme...

This article tries to explain the magic process of learnin the piano, and my trials and tribulations.

Confessions of a Francophile I have just returned from our house in Normandy. Usually at this point in any conversation when our...

The climate crisis has now forced its way into the consciousness of millions, many of whom are feeling its effects on their doorsteps,...

When you create a story, the characters take on a life of their own. How many times have we heard this said? But what does it mean? No...

Can writing about climate change make a difference or are we just scribbling lines in the water? The power of the writer If there has...

How cities such as Berlin and Venice offer exciting opportunities to speak to each other through film and story.

We might like to pretend otherwise, but it's often the case that those who shout the loudest and ignore other voices, are those whose...

On literature's journey from darkness to light Literature has a long history of equating darkness with sin and shade with evil. Speaking...

Bruce Springsteen's brilliant 'Badlands' features these unforgettable lines: Poor man wanna be rich Rich man wanna be king And a king...

Gosh. My last blog post was in July, so something happened, or more accurately didn't happen. How did I become blocked in this my most...

" I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind...

Writing about nightingales - that's a lot of literary and musical baggage to contend with. But, hey, let's give it a go! So, earlier in...

Bear with me, the gratuitous Spring picture has a purpose and it's not just an excuse to ramble on about Wordsworth again. Ok - it is a...

My mother Jean passed away at the start of February. Whilst I would not presume to entirely look inside another's mind, especially one so...

I was determined to go into the sea before the end of the year and cross off 'swim in December' from the resolutions I didn't make at the...

Let me say that I still hate jogging, unlike my wife who used to hate it and now loves it. This is not me taking a contrary position to...

On a boring beach, and how Wordsworth teaches us to give experience time and space.

How 'Wilding' has thrown me off the forest track.