It was as simple as ‘get to the top of Finland and turn left’.  At least that is…

Iceland. Never has the essence of a country so closely resembled the way in which I see the…

There are times when writing about memories from as far back as my eighteenth year feels wrong. How…

The Rooftop Collective exhibition edition VI Tempus Fugit. So they say. Here we are again, another Rooftop Collective…

After driving over 7000km in nine days around Scandinavia it was the morning of my last day. I…

There are times when writing about memories from as far back as my eighteenth year feels wrong. How…

Deep in the heart of the Carpathians, Kate and I parked our van. We were in a field…

There have been many, many times over the last seven or eight years when I have been unable…

One of the things that has always given me great pleasure when I read a book is the…

The life cycle of an analogue print or photograph is fairly simple. You load the film into the…

Eighteen years old, Morgan and I had decided to cycle to Eastern Europe from Milan, our home at…

Sheer Genius and absolute beauty: Sometimes you meet someone who you just click with. Someone who you feel…