The number eleven has a lot of relevance in the Swiss city of Solothurn.
A winter visit to the baroque Jesuit church in Solothurn.
Clouds draw in over a remote sea loch in the far north west of Scotland, as we pass by on a long day's round trip from Alness.
Jo and I took a drive up to Grindelwald last night to take some moonlit landscape photos. After an abortive attempt to head up to Bussalp–which saw us having to reverse back down a single track lane which got too narrow and way too steep to pass, after following the misguidance of Google Maps on my iPhone–I decided to take…
During a day's driving to the north western corner of Scotland this summer, much of the round trip to our destination was on a road like this.
There are some times of year when it's strange to be at home in a country where the national history is different. In November, two of them fall within days of each other: Guy Fawkes Night and Armistice Day.
One of my favourite pictures of the year, which was shot at the end of a studio session a couple of weeks ago.
The end of the main train line to Interlaken from Zurich, Basel and beyond, via Bern, takes travellers through the centre of the small city, where the train line passes within feet of buildings in the main shopping centre and past the otherwise quiet lanes and back roads along the river.