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…

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

When you are on a 64 hour journey down the spine of Madagascar on the back of a…

Photography can mean so many different things to different people. One of the most poignant and common thoughts…

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

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

Swept along by Katrina Aleksa of Predella House: I’m sat, once again, in a taxi, frames stacked up…

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

A couple of weeks ago I was working at Celtic Manor Golf Course – the venue for the…