Posts from the category Travel
The classic lighthouse of the children’s storybook is a tall white tower, banded with red and surrounded on most sides by the sea, looming above treacherous rocks and shining its light far and wide to tell people to stay away.
I love gaudiness in the U.K. at Christmas and revel in the blinking, multi-coloured tastelessness of it all. Just so long as it’s someone else’s home, not my own.
One of the many hundreds of gems which lie in folders in my cupboard; one of the thousands of frames taken over the years with traditional film cameras.
One of my pictures in 1993 was of the unique tiling at Chalk Farm on the Northern Line, late one evening.
I occasionally receive emails from people all over the world, who find my photos and blog and want to know which places in Switzerland are unmissable for their upcoming trip. The most recent one has inspired me to make a series of blog posts in response, the first of which covers the high altitude mountain…
After a very long pause, I continue with my series of posts telling the story of our trip to Scotland and back to get married.
Because I’ve wasted so much time with pointless babbling, I have had no time to create books of photography and of special holidays, yet I have wasted ten percent of my working day in inanities. So, no more. No more drivel. No more wasted time and a re-invigoration of my creativity.
We’re only just back from a trip to Italy and it’s time to head off again for a foreign break!
This post was originally written whilst waiting for a flight to Sicily from Milan’s Malpensa airport. We’re sitting in the marbled monotony of the departure gate at Milan’s Malpensa airport after the first leg of our trip, which saw us take the train from Spiez through the alpine tunnels as far as Domodossola. The new…
Starting with a long journey to the Aeolian Islands and pre-wedding drinks on a tempestuously windy hotel terrace, Jo and I had a great time at my oldest friend Brent’s wedding to his Italian sweetheart, Marta.
Time flies; it’s already two weeks shy of a year since my last trip to Italy with Jo. We’re off again on Thursday, this time to the tiny island of Salina, amongst the Aeolian group of islands off the north coast of Sicily. As is usual before a holiday, I have much to wrap up…
Thoughts of our upcoming late Spring holiday to the Aeolian Islands, off the coast of Sicily, have inspired me to have a flick through last year’s holiday shots.
An unlikely entrance for a massive brick church, looming over narrow lanes in the heart of Milan, not far from Sforzesco castle. Work began on the church in 1400 AD, following nearly two hundred years of religious gatherings on the site. After parts of the building collapsed in 1449, repair work was untertaken and the…
We drove around back streets before asking a local for directions to the cliff-top lighthouse above Cromer, on the north coast of Norfolk. Against advice, we bumped up a narrow track to a small clearing, gained grudging permission from the lighthouse keepers to park the car, and set out through the drizzle to photograph the…
Leaving the car parked in mud, we walked a little way along the side of a narrow dyke to a main water way in the Norfolk Broads. As I was scouting the best place from which to shoot this, the Thurne Dyke wind pump, we found a large rabbit stumbling along, almost overcome by myxomatosis.…
The harbour area of Spiez, taken from the train station. Poet Josef Viktor Widmann (1842–1911) wrote in his book Spaziergänge in den Alpen (Strolls in the Alps) that “the view from Spiez Station is one of the most beautiful in the world“. I’d imagine that the foreground of this view was quite different at the…
When I see black and white photographs of London at night, I am reminded of when I used to go in to the city from where I lived in England, either to visit friends or just to experience the hustle, bustle and lively atmosphere. I was born in the centre of London and lived there…
Can you spot the Meads? Despite the rapid rate at which the glacier is shrinking, it’s still a very impressive sight.
According to legend, the first “Devil’s Bridge” was established by the devil himself. The locals of canton Uri, where the bridge stands, were always unsuccessful in their attempts to establish a bridge across the deep gorge. Finally a chief official called out desperately: “Do sell der Tyfel e Brigg bue” (“Let the Devil build a bridge…
