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…

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

I do not know whether it is because of the generation I am from or whether Russia does…

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

Scotland is famous for many wonderful things… Scotland is also famous for it’s midges. I had, of course,…

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

India 19-03-11: “You cannot go down there.” And who was I to argue with two uniformed policemen? This…

Written for ‘Skills, Smells and Spells’, an exhibition held at the Strand Gallery in central London: Each image…

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