Lichen (and Drunk Vicars)
This is the church in my home village. I was christened here, although only just – my uncle had to collect the vicar because he’d forgotten about me and was at home with a few beers inside him!
This is the church in my home village. I was christened here, although only just – my uncle had to collect the vicar because he’d forgotten about me and was at home with a few beers inside him!
I started the week in the seaside village where I spent ages 10 – 18. I end it in the Oxfordshire village where I spent the first 10 years of my life. I am very lucky in the two places I can call home.
Folegandros, Greece.
Ealing Studios
Hiraeth is a Welsh word that has no direct English translation. It describes a longing or nostalgia for home or places of your past. A lot of my past was lived along this stretch of prom in North Wales. These days I mainly run along it, but it will always remind me of the heady… Continue reading Hiraeth
If I sit and stare at you long enough with these eyes will you feed me?
Saturday morning playtime in North Wales.
A cast of Lee Miller’s torso, on display at the Imperial War Museum until the end of April.
I saw a conversation about train compartments on Twitter earlier and it reminded me of this photo. I shared a compartment on a night train in Vietnam with this woman back in 2014. This ghostly reflection of her lost in thought as she absorbed the scenery was shot as we trundled between Hoi An and… Continue reading Ghost Train