English vocabulary: Nature & landscape – 52 words with pictures, audio & printable flashcards

The air was cold and very still.

Mark looks at the ground.

She walks near the sea wall.

The beach is quiet.

The sky is dark.

A woman on the path laughed.

She digs in the mud.

"The current is starting to push you east, but that's expected.

Finn was standing at the bank.

It always smelled of fresh earth.

It hit a rock and bounced left into the long grass.

"You can fish the river.

Malham Tarn is a deep lake in Yorkshire.

On a grey Tuesday morning in October, Thomas loaded his boat with cod and began the journey up the coast.

She knew every bump and every tree on the hill.

Nora stopped at the water's edge.

Lena stood at the bus stop and watched the bus disappear down the mountain road.

There were two roads through the forest.

He watched her stroke count and tracked her position against the tidal flow.

Dawson pointed upward, gesturing toward the peak that dominated the horizon.

It is just Liam and the green hills.

The sand is wet.

Weeds had come up through the soil.

She sees a small hole in the stones.

Dawson thanked him, closed his notebook, and moved on to the next summit, satisfied that his duty was complete.

She looks for old things in the dirt.

The cliffs were extraordinary, the kind of sight that would, under other circumstances, make a person feel very small in a way that was pleasurable.

On the first day, the canal was quiet.

Dawson pointed upward, gesturing toward the peak that dominated the horizon.

In one hour, the tide comes in.

Every year, at the top of Cooper's Hill, someone rolled it down the steep slope.

You can fish the mill pond.

He was working quickly, alone, in difficult terrain, trying to record dozens of names in an afternoon.

Every year, at the top of Cooper's Hill, someone rolled it down the steep slope.

Specifically, he needed a local name for a broad, heather-covered summit that rose above a narrow glen approximately fourteen miles southeast of Inverness.

The legend, as the village told it, went like this: Black Mere was formed not by glaciers or rain, but by grief.

He watched her stroke count and tracked her position against the tidal flow.

riverside walk-in?

Every contact, every hidden cove, and every sympathetic harbour master — all of it was recorded on a single document.

The tarn waited on the moors, full of names it would never forget.

It was the year 1783, and the British Crown controlled every port along the Nova Scotia coastline.

It simply sat there in the hillside like a held breath.

She thought about what it would mean to swim four more kilometres on a tearing shoulder, to crawl onto a pebbled English beach alone and triumphant but unable to lift her arm — and whether that was glory or just stubbornness dressed up in a wetsuit.

Silt.

'Because the tarn will say it back,' they answered.

The Channel crossing — thirty-three kilometres at its narrowest — is considered one of the most demanding open-water swims in the world.

The number was unfamiliar — a local area code, but no name attached.

Specifically, he needed a local name for a broad, heather-covered summit that rose above a narrow glen approximately fourteen miles southeast of Inverness.

On the walk back to the cottage, Callum passed the track to the Mere and kept walking.

It had rung the afternoon young Marco decided to cross the frozen river when the ice was too thin.

Then it was gone, pulled cleanly beneath the surface without so much as a ripple.

Sal knew this because she had been wearing the same armour for eleven years, since she was seventeen and rode her first race at a muddy provincial track in Worcestershire.