‘The wind blew into our faces from across a forest that stretched away for ever. It was breathtaking and I felt heroic. ‘
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‘You are fearless, carrying your body lightly, climbing the pear tree at the end of the garden to read books in the treehouse your brother built. ‘
Early in his career, Jonathan Tulloch vowed never to write about his father. But after watching him die he wondered what had stopped him mining what, for many other writers, has proved one of the richest seams: the father/son relationship. By describing their shared passion for rare birds, he finds a way to write about that relationship for the very first time.