I've started a substack. Please read & subscribe. It's free! BOOKS ACROSS THE POND, about writing and publishing both sides of the Atlantic. martingoodman.substack.com/p…

Very much appreciate this early comment on A HOT NIB by @_paullay for Engelberg Ideas.

Kind words. Thanks. It's a treat to be nestled in Leicester in this way, my home city.

Featured today on Creative Writing at Leicester: brilliant author Martin Goodman and his new novel "Swimming for England." Read more here: creativewritingatleicester.b… @crystalclearjt @EverybodyReview @BarbicanPress1 @MartinGoodman2

Writing a best-seller: Two Sure-fire Tricks open.substack.com/pub/martin…

RT @Gabriele_Corno: Last hug: The moment of this snow leopard's return to freedom leaves you speechless.

Asta Nørregaard's portrait of Edvard Munch is from 1889, the year of his first solo exhibition in Oslo in Norway - his paintings included 'Death and the Child,' setting down an holistic, extreme sensitivity, which it could be argued, created a new kind of art.

From two weeks inside the French Pyrenees, bathed in the song of nightingales, some thoughts from my window. Why might writers gain from a retreat in Nature? open.substack.com/pub/martin…

BBC News - Boy, 8, and dad handed free flights after plane intervention - BBC News bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cwy2…

Marsh Marigold, Lady’s Smock, Butterbur Artists: Edith Hilder Rowland Hilder (Wild Flowers, 1957)

Looks like karma sent a polite reminder: if it doesn’t belong to you, maybe don’t test the borrowing policy.

Bumblebees can sometimes sleep in flowers, especially when they’re tired after foraging or when temperatures drop.

Katharine Hepburn, in her own words: "Once, when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one family between us and the ticket counter. That family made a lasting impression on me. There were eight children, all under the age of 12. From the way they were dressed, you could tell they didn’t have much money, but their clothes were clean, very clean. The children were well-behaved, standing in pairs behind their parents, holding hands. They were so excited about the clowns, the animals, and all the acts they would see that night. From their excitement, you could tell they had never been to a circus before. It was going to be a highlight of their lives. The father and mother stood proudly at the front of their little group. The mother was holding her husband’s hand, looking at him as if to say, 'You’re my knight in shining armor.' He was smiling, enjoying seeing his family happy. The ticket lady asked how many tickets he wanted, and he proudly responded, 'I want eight children’s tickets and two adult tickets.' Then she announced the price. The wife let go of her husband’s hand, her head dropped, and the man’s lip began to quiver. He leaned in closer and asked, 'How much did you say?' The ticket lady repeated the price. He didn’t have enough money. How was he supposed to turn around and tell his eight kids that he couldn’t afford to take them to the circus? Seeing what was happening, my dad reached into his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill, and dropped it on the ground. We weren’t rich by any means. My father bent down, picked up the $20 bill, tapped the man on the shoulder, and said, 'Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket.' The man understood what was happening. He wasn’t being handed charity, but he gratefully accepted the help in his desperate, heartbreaking, and embarrassing situation. He looked straight into my father’s eyes, took my dad’s hand in both of his, squeezed the bill tightly, and with trembling lips and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied, 'Thank you, sir. This really means so much to me and my family.' My father and I went back to our car and drove home. The $20 my dad gave away was what we had planned to use for our own tickets. Although we didn’t see the circus that night, we felt a joy inside us that was far greater than seeing the circus. That day, I learned the true value of giving. The Giver is greater than the Receiver. If you want to be great, greater than life itself, learn to give. Love has nothing to do with what you expect to get, only with what you expect to give—everything. The importance of giving and blessing others cannot be overstated because there is always joy in giving. Learn to make someone happy through acts of giving." ~Katharine Hepburn

He came back to say thank you.. 🥺

The UK's first heathland green bridge is due to open next month to help wildlife and people cross the A3 near Cobham, National Highways says.  More here: bbc.in/4u0JpgX

This is lovely to see ... and heartening that this story of the magnificent work and example of the Bishnoi is reaching the hands of good people.

Rotherham, England replaced 8 miles of mowed grass with wildflowers. They saved £25,000 in mowing costs a year and bees, butterflies, and birds showed up almost immediately. You don’t need to wait for your city to act. Start small in your own patch: 🏡 Let your front verge or sidewalk strip go wild this spring 🌻 Toss a few native wildflower seed balls into neglected spots 🌱 Stop mowing one strip and see what shows up 📧 Contact your city government. One email from one person has started initiatives like this before One person. One small patch. Real habitat. Your street could be next.

Good morning, in Lithuania, it's the Day of the Book Smugglers, commemorating the birthday of Jurgis Bielinis, a newspaperman who created a secret distribution network in the late 19th century to smuggle banned Lithuanian books back into the country. mentalfloss.com/article/6255…

If anyone would like to see a photo of a particularly pugnacious Puffin, this is your lucky day.

Wet and Safe - Some Notes from Writing in London open.substack.com/pub/martin…

A pigeon that came close to a photographer trying to shoot the ceiling