Recently finished _The Conquest of Nature: Water, Landscape, and the Making of Modern Germany_, by David Blackbourn. I enjoyed it, but then I would.
Made me wish I had figured out this interest--combining history and landscape ecology--early enough in life to go for a PhD.
Not long before that was _The Discovery of France_ by Graham Robb, which I may have mentioned on here--very enjoyable, and the author is a cyclist (and did much of his research by bike....).
Was simultaneously reading (!) _Once Upon A Time in the North_ by Philip Pullman--a shorter book about the character Lee Scoresby. OK for entertainment value, but a little clunky on the message, and really just an "action" story. Of course, I got it just when I had gotten irritated with my re-read of _The Subtle Knife_--something about the sheer amount of violence and torment in the books, which doesn't always seem necessary.
Right now, I'm reading _The Hidden West: Journeys in the American Outback_ by Rob Schulteis. I'm trying to fairly separate my jealously at his footloose wanderings from my irritation at the little eruptions of excessive statements that sound very poetic but really don't mean very much.
Not sure what's next. The stash of books on the pile at home--mostly finds from this spring's used-book sale--aren't really calling to me. Still waiting for my pre-order copy of Tim Robinson's _Connemara_ to come in at the bookstore.