Volume up. To cleanse your feed, the sounds of nature and a gentle breeze from the green of Northern Thailand. As the intrepid crow flies, Myanmar lies 200 km across increasingly remote river valleys, mountains & tropical forests to the north. Laos is 100 km to the east.

As the lights go out all over the world, be a shining beacon It is important everyone knows there is still good out there, and where to find it The darker it gets, the more you shine Do not lose your humanity

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“At the still point of the turning world.” ~ T. S. Eliot, 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 Sept. 26, 1888–Jan. 4, 1965 · © 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 by Saskia Boelsums

We do it to challenge ourselves. So, whether it’s 1 mile 5K or even just a walk around the block, every step counts. Run, walk or move forwards in any way you can - just move! Let’s make this year's celebration an unforgettable day of positive change. https://t.co/y6MCGOYrOl

Running is so much more than times and numbers. It connects us across borders and divides, to the ground beneath us and more deeply to ourselves. We do it for better physical and mental well-being, for purpose and opportunity, for feelings of freedom, growth and achievement.

Happy #GlobalRunningDay, everyone! 🌍🏃‍♀️ Runners Love Running will always celebrate the joy, freedom and power of movement, while championing inclusivity and camaraderie. But, at the beginning of June every year, we come together even more passionately as a global community.

‘Ocean with David Attenborough’ is released today on the occasion of his 99th birthday and is the most powerful call to action yet by Sir David. Visually stunning and incredibly impactful, delivered with Sir David’s typical warmth, passion and expertise. This is a must see for

Happy 99th birthday to a man who embodies the best of humanity.

"He thought his happiness was complete when, as he meandered aimlessly along, suddenly he stood by the edge of a full-fed river. Never in his life had he seen a river before—this sleek, sinuous, full-bodied animal, chasing and chuckling, gripping things with a gurgle and leaving

The villages of the #peakdistrict have no flashy theatres, the roads are frequently blocked by sheep, and the phone reception falls over when you go behind t’ big hill. But you can still find silence easily, breathe in air so fresh you can almost touch it, and walk into views

Walk with me feel the morning sun on your face and the breeze in your hair take in the birdsong and breath in the bluebell air You don’t visit ancient woodland, you become part of it

I believe our woodland birds have songs for the wildflowers they live amongst

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Yesterday morning was the most magical I've witnessed so far this year, bar none. The hills and fields shone with a soft, golden, misty light, the birdsong echoed along the lanes, and I spent hours in awe, grinning my biggest grins. At one point I paused on my walk to admire a

I went down to the woods today and oh what a big surprise ...

One of the most beautiful things about Spring mornings, as the sun just rises and rushes low over the fields, is the way the light picks out every brand new leaf on each tree, as if celebrating their shiny return. It was such a beautiful sight on this little #PeakDistrict lane,

A reminder of a pretty etymology to brighten the day. The ‘daisy’ takes its name from the Old English ‘dæges ēage’, ‘day’s eye’, because it opens its petals at dawn, and closes them again at dusk.

In 1945, six women pulled off a computing miracle. They programmed the world’s first computer—with no manuals, no training. Then, a SINGLE assumption erased them from tech history for decades. The story of how ONE photo nearly deleted computing’s female founders: 🧵

Glowing in the early morning Spring light, this is the hamlet of Miller's Dale, nestled alongside the river and surrounded on all sides by high limestone hills. The water rushed and bubbled through the valley and birds sang out from the trees whose shadows fell on the road, but

Layers of calm