I have a poster (accidentally but oh-so-prettily weathered by that time it fell in the bath) on the wall of my office of white words on blue wild seas salty lips sandy toes white surf sea spray hidden coves CORNWALL And anyone who has visited here will immediately get how a perfect descripition it is. A...
24 hours in Munich with nothing to do but walk and take images. I really didn’t know what to expect from Munich. Much of what I’d read had been somewhat contradictory and, it has to be said, remarkably uninspiring. I was in town waiting for a flight home having covered two weddings in the...
See, the real crazy is how long this post has taken to come together. After the word quiet of last year I fully intended this year to be a dual ‘POW’ of words and images. BIFF BOFF BAM BOOOOOOOOOM Sentences that’d rattle your very teeth and innervate your inner ‘hell, yeah!’ And St Ives. Where...
Last year was a funny year. I don’t think I’ve ever worked so hard or been so totally and utterly exhausted. And so it became – at least word-wise – a year of radio silence. No patter or chitchat. No room for small talk. It’s always going to be a tricky equation to navigate, this...
