Climate scientists are like an exotic tribe - fascinating, sometimes hard to understand and rarely visited.
Through my aircraft window, the river resembled a snaking green lava flow. A couple of days later Iâ€™m swimming in it, a wetsuit protecting me from the 13C chill.
I remember the radio broadcast - three bodies found in the Channel, a yacht missing. But I only took a close interest a few days later when it was reported that accident investigators were examining the hull of the P&O ferry Pride of Bilbao.
Only when his jab connects with my left cheek do I start to understand boxing.
In a pretentious moment, one might call Hardy a writer of terroir. Far From the Madding Crowd, while lacking the tragic grandeur of Tess, Jude or The Woodlanders, is the first novel to refer to Wessex by name.
Climate scientists are like an exotic tribe fascinating, sometimes hard to understand and rarely visited.
FT Magazine end of year review: what happened next in the Ouzo story
I remember the radio broadcast three bodies found in the Channel, a yacht missing.
At what point do journalists working in the shadow of a repressive regime give up?