Finland

Deep in the forest in Finland at subzero temperatures,  Gen and I complete a pre-dawn trek through deep snow to the bird hide. Camped and cramped inside the hide, we wait for hours until, as if by magic, the ghostly shape of a female goshawk materialises at the pig carcass for a feed. We focus on the bird, the bird, only the bird. Then out of the corner of my eye I see the meths stove has set light to our sleeping bag...