Guest blog – Crunch time for Britain’s bees by Joan Walley MP

    As MPs return to parliament from party conference season, leading MP Joan Walley, says the Government’s plans for bees ‘fail to offer’ the solution bees need.         The decline in bee and other pollinators’ populations is a very real threat not just to the pollinators themselves but also to the world…

Guest blog – What Martha Means to Me by Emma Websdale

Emma Websdale is a Conservation Biologist and Writer. Working as the Communications Support Officer for The Wildlife Trusts, she is particularly motivated in engaging younger audiences, helping them make sure that nature doesn’t drop off their agenda.   I sit on a train that’s heading to London, September’s issue of BBC Wildlife in my hands….

Guest blog – The Sunken Garden by ‘filbert cobb’

Filbert cobb is a regular contributor of comments to  this blog.  Sometimes he seems a bit nutty.  He is often witty but gets very serious about climate change.  I encouraged him to write a Guest Blog for us and I was not disappointed, in fact I was delighted, by what he sent.  Boyhood, nature and…

Guest Blog – It’s bee-hind you! by Teresa Verney-Brookes

I have spent many years in the conservation field and have worked for various national organisations including The Wildlife Trust and more recently as Education Officer for the RSPB. I now run my own Outdoor Education /Forest School business called Green-Trees. I feel passionately about the need connect children with the wonders of the wildlife…

Guest Blog – Conservation bursaries by Oliver Simms

Oliver Simms has recently graduated from Durham University with a Classics degree and is about to start work as an accountant at the National Audit Office. He is a keen birder, hill walker and passionate conservationist, who has volunteered extensively including at Raptor Camp in Malta. He has served as Trip and Partnerships Officer for…

Guest Blog by Roderick Leslie – Terry’s future 2

Terry ducked into the low tunnel, pleased the five people following were so quiet. Twenty metres on, they arrived in the cramped dugout with its narrow slits facing across the glade in the young birch wood. It wasn’t long before a small grey snout appeared, followed by a the cub. Terry felt his companions hold…