The Burnside, Dollar, Scotland, early 1989.
I used to live in fear of doing this. It still makes mes me wince when I see it in a magazine.
Early morning mist over the Adur.
The ruins of Hillfoot House, near Dollar in Scotland. Photographed in 1983.
Even these ruins are gone now, apparently, replaced by a modern new house. My friends and I used to play in and around the ruin as pre-teens.
Mum, March 1983.
Yikes. I need to do better than that.
Well, who doesn’t?
Ah, who can fail to love one of these?
Weekly 7.30am swimming lesson whiteboard wisdom.
A sign of spring.
Super rare night out for me - at the Banff Mountain Film Festival in Brighton.
One of the Dalmatian Pelicans at WWT Arundel.
This duck is stylin’.
Testing out the new coffee shop in town, Clubhouse Coffee.
Here are the small but dedicated band of protestors in their conspiratorial glory.
My paternal Shrove Tuesday duty is done.
Friendly wee chaps.
Evening light at RSPB Pulborough Brooks.
Water level a bit on the high side, then.
Love a bit of crema
Never change, Magazine Journalism MA students…
Good morning from the Downs.
Haircut achieved.
Finally, some harbingers of spring.
Frosty but beautiful beach walk after school drop off this morning. Starting to feel like I’m finally shaking off the Christmas lurgy.