Right now, I’m looking out the window at one of the loveliest, certainly one of the sunniest days of the year so far, and editing pictures from one of the coldest of last year. Just after Christmas my family, me and my camera spent a few days in London and despite it being bitterly cold, we had a beautifully atmospheric walk in Regent’s Park. (Ignore the fact my dad is coatless – he’s northern – honestly, it was freezing!)
Here’s a few of my favourite shots from Regent’s Park:
As for the rest of our trip, we were really lucky with the weather and despite the cold we had gorgeous blue skies.
Music has been a part of my life since as long as I can remember, there’s a story my mum tells of how I used to sing everything rather than talk (I must have been an intensely annoying child at times).
In the last few years however, this has fallen by the wayside, the pressure of living a ‘normal’ life and working hard on the career I had, rather than the career I wanted seemed to drain the inspiration from me and what once was as natural as breathing seemed lost.
Recently, however, a combination of a wonderful new friend and lack of pressure to be anything other than myself has resulted in my urge to create music coming back with a vengence and once again I’m singing, writing and playing. I may be a little rusty but it’s there.
At some point, hopefully soon, I’ll share some of my compositions with you, but for now here’s Lang Lang playing Rhapsody in Blue, my favourite ever piece:
Yesterday I spent the afternoon shooting crochet hooks for a new collaboration with Kate of Wiseheart Studio. Kate’s a weaver and is currently in the process of creating crochet rolls out of her own handwoven fabrics but she needed some fabric for lining them. Not content with the commercially available fabric, she decided to get her own printed and asked me to produce some images she could use. After an afternoon of balancing crochet hooks (harder than it looks), here are some of the final images.
I’m thrilled with how the images have turned out and can’t wait to see what Kate does with them.
Hello from Whaley Bridge, Derbyshire.
Home, a four letter word that can conjure up emotion, stir up memories and, in some cases, be a source of violent disagreement.
For some it’s a distant dream, whether lost or still to be found. For some it’s a place, for others a person. Sometimes it’s an anchor, sometimes it’s a millstone around the neck.
I’ve always been lucky in that, to revert to a cliche, home has always been wherever I lay my head. Currently, that happens to be on the edge of the beautiful Peak District national park. I spent my teenage years here, my parents still live here and it will always be the place I come back to whenever I feel a little lost.
Photographs: Toddbrook Reservoir, High Noon in Whaley Bridge, Sunset over Castleton, Path to the River Derwent (Cromford) – all taken by myself.