It was as simple as ‘get to the top of Finland and turn left’.  At least that is…

Iceland. Never has the essence of a country so closely resembled the way in which I see the…

There are times when writing about memories from as far back as my eighteenth year feels wrong. How…

The Rooftop Collective exhibition edition VI Tempus Fugit. So they say. Here we are again, another Rooftop Collective…

A couple of weeks ago I was working at Celtic Manor Golf Course – the venue for the…

This was one of those moments when something inside you withers away and dies. I was only just…

Arrival in India 13-03-11: An airport is an airport is an airport. And Delhi airport is an airport.…

I stood knee deep in the water and prayed. Prayed. If ever a word had connotations, it’s ‘prayed’.…

Written by Barbara in April 1995: When the Allied invasion became a certainty and the only question was…

The latest edition of Sidetracked came out today and it features an article by Jim, reporting on our…

There have been many, many times over the last seven or eight years when I have been unable…

During a year when I have had several exhibitions, a front cover in a photography magazine, a documentary…