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…

Failure can be a strong word. It’s no big deal, and not something I am particularly hung up…

Some things in life are constant. As babies we grow into childhood, dependant on certain things not changing.…

When cycling around Eastern Europe it was very low-tech for Morgan and I. Our decision was spur of…

Sometimes you have to squeeze a trip into whatever time you have available. And if all you have…

The latest edition of Sidetracked came out today and it features an article by Jim, reporting on our…

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

Last night I went to A Night of Adventure II with fellow wannabe adventurer, traveller and photographer Jim…

Story tellers. It would appear that the human race are nothing but story tellers. That’s it. That’s all…