Saying hello to a better future
I'm moving to Swiss web agency Say Hello as partner, client consultant and full-stack developer from January 2019.
Saying hello to a better future
The data we leave behind
Planning for the inevitable in a digital world.
The Day Job
It was inevitable, I suppose, that I would, one day, have to start applying my experience to The Day Job instead of just my hours. Instead of just being the go-to-guy for programming, I’d have to take over a more responsible role and help other people to learn the craft and expertise of web development. When I started out 22…
A eulogy for my Dad
As I get older, I realize more and more just how long a life actually is. How full of memories and moments one’s life is. It’s so difficult to pack in almost 79 years of a life into the few minutes I have here. It’s already been over four weeks since Dad died, yet it hardly…
Basse Ville
I regain a holiday feeling by sitting in an old town square, eating pizza, whilst locals perch on a wall, smoking cigarettes before a little bus arrives and rattles them away. Swifts and martins race through the narrow lanes, far above us, to catch their own dinner. The sun slowly retreats up the old stone buildings surrounding us, and fades abruptly from…
Not a resolution
We all need people in our lives who raise our standards, remind us of our essential purpose, and challenge us to become the best version of ourselves.
Live the life you are given
I take photos to document my path through my life. It gives me a good feeling to find a great view and enjoy it, and take it home to look at again in the form of a photograph. I take pleasure in composing and exposing a photo well. It gives me pleasure to go through the process of transforming a…
Happy birthday, Permanent Tourist!
I wrote and posted my first blog post in this version of my website ten years ago today. To celebrate, I'm reviving the “Photos” section of the site, which will contain my best and my favourite photos.
The Audi oil consumption odyssey
My Audi A4 suffers from a known problem with oil consumption, so I've had a stressful few weeks coming to an agreement with Audi Switzerland and the local dealership.
H is for Hiking
The long, long progression from being a teenager with a stitch to being a forty-something with a passion for walking.
Augen zu und durch
It’s no shock to realize that I’ve been commuting to Bern by car for nearly six years. But what is a shock is that the period of changing from train travel to car travel coincides with the main rise of the smartphone. When I was commuting to Bern between 2008 and the end of 2010, getting through the rush-hour crowds…
Review of 2015
Another year has flown by, and the approaching festivities remind me that it’s time to look back through my photo archive and be astounded once more by all the happy memories of the past twelve months.
G is for Golf
Before photography and the internet, golf was the major hobby in my life for many years, in all its forms.
An Audi at last
In which I take delivery of my shiny new A4 Avant.
Farewell to the Four-Wheeled Tripod
Over 150,00km after buying it, we say goodbye to our "four-wheeled tripod".
Review of 2014
A blessed year of travel, fun, new and re-discovered sights, and plenty of sore legs.
Blogging for myself
A blog is usually started as a place for the author to jot notes and share them with a select few to read; often friends and family. Later, as popularity grows, it’s easy to become drawn into the goal of getting more and more readers and gaining more and more “success”. This sometimes works and sometimes doesn’t. For the individual,…
Walking and walking and walking
A need for weight loss, a need for fitness and a desire for reaching less accessible photo viewpoints means that I am walking further and higher than my lazy twenty-something self would've imagined.
Big old hill
One of the most challenging hikes I've done: up the steep and winding path through the forest from Beatenberg to the summit of the Niederhorn.
Childhood holidays
With hindsight, one of the things which drew me to the home where we now live is how many little details of it are similar to where I spent childhood holidays. Not the mountains, but the sweep of a shore line, the little houses dotted across the hillside, the wild grasses waving in the breeze, the winding lanes, the odd…