IT’S THE DETAILS that do it for me. It’s the details that I step into nature for. It’s not the Big Views, not the ‘numbers’ walked, not the time taken, not the hard-to-reach famous locations to namedrop later… but the plain old details, and what they do In The Moment, the experience of them, the senses and instincts and emotions they stir…

Take the roughness of wood in hand, the feel of a twenty-year-old weather-beaten picket-fence post as I close the front gate, and the click of the gate latch;...