Last months in Lincolnshire
I have learned more about my relationship with mountains by 11 years living in Lincolnshire than I ever did when I lived in the mountains.
Went to mow the meadow
Is this an essay about solastalgia, automation, landscape, history, or just a little tale about a walker and an owl? I don’t know, but I hope you enjoy reading it. Nine o’clock on a midsummer’s evening, and I hike through farmland that had once been the grounds
Five images from this week’s walks
It’s been a week of colour after a monochrome month. Each morning, before I have breakfast and start work for the day, I drag myself out of bed and walk five miles around my local footpaths. I began this habit two years ago, and have kept it up – it’
The Poet, embracing infinity
Yesterday, I succeeded in creating an image I’ve been visualising for several years. Since 2014, I’ve been fascinated by a local landmark that makes an excellent photographic subject. It’s a magnificent dead tree, a skeleton monument isolated in the middle of the Gunby parkland. Over the years