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Dr Miriam Darlington looks up into the tree canopy and identifies the urgent chirping of a blackbird.

鈥淚t鈥檚 the call they make when there is a predator around,鈥 Miriam says. 鈥淚t could well be that it鈥檚 sensed the presence of an owl.鈥


It is a good omen 鈥 for us, if not for the blackbird 鈥 because it is for the owls that we have come to the woods at Huxham鈥檚 Cross, just a short distance from Dartington Hall in South Devon. 

They have been Miriam鈥檚 muse and focus for much of the past five years, culminating in the publication of her second book, Owl Sense, earlier this year. Receiving stellar reviews in the national press, long-listed for the Wainwright Prize, and chosen by Radio 4 as its 鈥楤ook of the Week鈥 in February, it鈥檚 a piece of creative non-fiction that has led many to hail her as a successor to Gavin Maxwell and Henry Williamson, and as a key figure in a new nature writing movement. 

鈥淭here has been nature writing since the time of the Romans,鈥 says Miriam, a lecturer in English and creative writing in the School of Humanities and Performing Arts. 鈥淏ut currently, there is a new wave of writing. It鈥檚 a disparate group, but it has togetherness on conservation and the natural environment. It鈥檚 a community that is driven by a real concern for the loss of species, for the degradation of the environment, and seeking to raise awareness for what is happening.鈥 
Owl Sense, and Miriam鈥檚 2012 debut Otter Country, both meditate upon these issues, as they do the inherent challenge of finding these rare and beautiful creatures in the pockets between our ever-expanding civilisation.

鈥淚鈥檝e been fixated upon wildlife ever since I was a small child,鈥 Miriam says. 鈥淏ut what really appeals to me is the challenge of finding species that are difficult to see and know, and getting close to them. Owls and otters are nocturnal, and incredibly elusive and difficult to find, so I鈥檝e tried to bring them into the consciousness of people. And I want to bring people into the encounter, into the experience of what it feels like to get close to them.鈥

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鈥淎 flicker caught my eye, Finally after all this time, out of the gold of the grass came a pair of long wings, laden with all the browns and ochres of the moor, the darkness of bramble and old deadwood and winter bracken, the sepia and gold of the grasses. As it shimmered past I turned to see it hover a little, its wings in a v-shape, the pale circle of its face pointing downward. Aiming into the flax-blond grass and the tangle of lichens and wizened furze it dropped vertically and vanished. I felt that was it, but when it came up again I didn鈥檛 need the binoculars. Asio flammeus, the flame-eyed owl.鈥 Owl Sense p207.

Over the course of Owl Sense鈥檚 eight chapters, Miriam searches for those encounters with different species 鈥 from the Tawny owl, the most common breed in the country, to the giant Eurasian Eagle owl, a creature so awe-inspiring that it鈥檚 been known for gangsters to keep them as status symbols. It鈥檚 a journey that takes her around the country and further afield to the forests of Finland and Serbia, considering the species' ecological significance as an apex predator, as well as its cultural iconography. 

鈥淭here were three I did not see,鈥 she says. 鈥淚 never saw the Great Grey Owl in the wild. I never saw the Hawk Owl, which resides in the same place in Finland. And I never saw the Snowy Owl, which is a rare vagrant in this country. They are my Grail. To be able to look into those golden yellow eyes is like looking into the spirit of the Arctic. I鈥檓 still after it.鈥

Our path takes us deeper into the woods, the setting sun filtered through the foliage of the surrounding redwoods, beeches, conifers, chestnuts, and many more species besides. 

鈥淥wls like to roost in mature trees,鈥 Miriam says, looking skywards to the canopy. 鈥淭hey like lots of ivy and to be out of sight 鈥 other birds will mob them if they see them.鈥

We鈥檙e being mobbed ourselves, by a swarm of midges, with several huge mosquitoes at the vanguard of the assault. It鈥檚 an occupational hazard for Miriam, but one she has grown accustomed to over many years of exploring the outdoors. Hailing from a family of biologists, it鈥檚 no mere biographical liberty to suggest that Miriam was destined to make a name for herself in the field. In particular, there was the influence of her grandfather, an eminent evolutionary geneticist whose house was an 'Aladdin鈥檚 cave of skeletons, fossils, snake skins and bears鈥 teeth'.

鈥淚 used to love going to visit,鈥 she says. 鈥淭here was this one day when he gave me an otter skull to hold, and he explained to me the evolution of this amazing predator that had been here for millions of years 鈥 far longer than humans. When I discovered this skull belonged to a creature that was once prevalent in our landscape and now was nearly gone 鈥 they had been poisoned almost to the verge of extinction, post-Second World War 鈥 it really lit my imagination. I wanted to go out and find one, but you just couldn鈥檛.鈥

Well, not immediately, anyway. But in time, after a 12-year career in secondary school teaching that took her from her home in Sussex to the Isles of Scilly and then to Totnes in Devon, Miriam began to look in earnest. By 2008, she was a published poet, having released her collection, Windfall, and taken the leap to become a full-time writer. And her first step was to contact the University of Exeter to pitch the concept of a book that would see her travelling around Britain in search of the otter. They were immediately receptive to the idea, and much to Miriam鈥檚 surprise, offered her a funded PhD.

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Choosing her favourite otter haunts 鈥 among them, West Wales, Devon and Cornwall 鈥 Miriam found people who could help her track the animals, learning from them the skills she needed. Among them was James Williams, a former otter hunter turned avid conservationist, who taught her to identify otter spraint, tracks, and habits. 

Two encounters, above all others, have stayed with Miriam. The first occurred on the west coast of Scotland, when she was staking out a known area for otters, close to the shoreline.

鈥淚t was midsummer, and I鈥檇 woken up in my camper van at about 3am and it was light,鈥 she recalls. 鈥淎nd I heard this tremendous crunching sound, and thought 鈥榳hat on earth is that?鈥 I looked out and it was an otter eating its way through a crab. They don鈥檛 have very many table manners 鈥 splinters flying everywhere. It ate the whole thing, licked its lips and went back off into the water. And that for me was unforgettable; it was a good omen for the rest of the book.鈥

The second happened in Northumberland as Miriam was camping in the dunes at another otter location, sheltering in a bivvy bag as her camp fire whickered out. 

She says: 鈥淭here was a gentle thump by the embers of the fire. This incredible owl had just landed and it was looking at me, probably more surprised than I was. It had this white facial disc, black eye mask, and bright yellow eyes, and I thought it wasn鈥檛 real; it was supernatural. I鈥檇 never seen an owl in this way. It happened to be a Short-eared Owl, which migrate from Scandinavia. That owl burned itself into my eyes and I knew that I had to find out more about this creature and that it would be the subject of the next book.鈥

The miles on the road became words on the page, and once three chapters of Otter Country were written, Miriam鈥檚 academic supervisors began gently pressuring her to send it to an agent. She resisted at first, but finally relented to their insistence, and within three hours, the phone was ringing. Publishers lined up for the rights, with Granta bidding highest, and releasing it in 2012, several months before she secured her PhD.

Miriam, a graduate from Sussex University, immediately began to look for an academic post, and was quickly snapped up by 精品无码国产自产 to join its English and creative writing department. And it has been in these surroundings, with Dartmoor as an inspirational backdrop, and her students and colleagues as professional companions, that Owl Sense, and the next chapter in her career, have taken flight.

鈥淲hat I love about being a writer and working with students is that I am learning about my own writing all of the time,鈥 she says. 鈥淚t鈥檚 being a member of a writing community, in a collegiate atmosphere. I tell the students, 鈥榙on鈥檛 overwrite, don鈥檛 put too much flowery language in there鈥, and then I go back and look at the article I鈥檝e written for The Times and think 鈥榦ops!鈥. Sometimes I bring my draft Nature Notebook column in to share with the students so they can edit it themselves. It is fascinating to watch how they can learn to professionalise their skills in this way."

鈥淎nd it's a real privilege in my own research to encounter and work with people who are battling at the front line of conservation. What my work does is make a bridge between the sciences and the humanities. I鈥檓 trying to popularise, and draw in people who perhaps wouldn鈥檛 otherwise understand the science.鈥

It鈥檚 a motivation that has seen Miriam become a passionate writer for The Times as one of the regular Nature Notebook columnists, and she is also working with the 精品无码国产自产, City Council and Devon Wildlife Trust on a project to establish a 精品无码国产自产 Nature Festival by the summer of 2019. And earlier this year, she was invited to be part of the Arts and Humanities Research Council-funded project called Land Lines: British Nature Writing, 1789-2014, which sought to identify the UK鈥檚 best-loved book on wildlife or the outdoors. 

As we finish the interview, Miriam snaps to attention. Gesturing into the darkness, ear cocked, she says, 鈥淭hat鈥檚 a baby Tawny Owl!鈥 Somewhere deeper in the wood, there鈥檚 a faint raspy call 鈥 鈥渓ike a knife being sharpened on a whetstone,鈥 as she describes it in her book. 

It鈥檚 the closest we鈥檝e come to our own encounter 鈥 but we鈥檝e certainly been in the presence of an owl.

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