TweetI realise I’ve done my usual 12 that I liked the most from the year. But I wanted a mulligan. A do over. A bit late, but such is life. Nor is it just twelve. Overall, I took a lot of photos I like. A mixture of digital and film again. Lots from the Leica Q and the M6. Many… Read more →
TweetGot my head back together. Camera out. Point at things. Make images. Travel. See things and places. Spring so very close now. Body waking up again. Wales and the Dales.Great to be out in sunlight again. Running up high. Walking down low. Read more →
Tweet12 images from the year gone. One a month. Read more →
TweetMore running. The November tradition that is the Shepherds Skyline was as excellent as ever, great to be out shooting at this one while marshalling with the tiny one. A dry Marl Pitts XC….what the actual f***? Never, ever have I heard of this being a thing. Blue skys and no wind. A perfect day for a race and some… Read more →
TweetCrosscountry season arrived with a thud. Fast but windy opener at Leigh. Monster was in her element running around clapping at people. No mud to play in though. Only one big run for me, but my first since the ankle screwing injury at the Saunders. 28km in the Lakes on my own with 3,000m of vertical and 8 Wainrights ticked.… Read more →
TweetA busy month. A new job in teaching. Learning on the fly. Too much time taken by thinking and learning. I had two chances to get some time to do rather than think. A weekend in the Lakes teaching navigation to fell runners. The second, helping at our mountain rescue teams new downhill fell race with Calder Baby 1. Read more →
TweetFamily holiday to France. First time in Font with a tiny person. A break of at least 10 years since I’d been there, it’s still as wonderful as ever. She most definitely got into it. Read more →
TweetSix months of waiting. Six months of hoping for good weather. Six months of wondering if any one of us would pull the plug and ruin it all. Paddy Englishman, Paddy Irishman and Paddy Australianman walk into a pub in Wales. It’s cold. Wet. Windy. They’ve sacked off a climb to sleep in a field and get some hot food.… Read more →
TweetJuly consisted of two things – a trip to the Isle of Man, and quitting my job. I’d not been to the Isle of Man in over 20 years. When a round of the English fell championships was announced we made plans to go straight away – on another note, being a sovereign country, I have no idea how a… Read more →
TweetScotland. Why are you so far away from me? Why do you do this to me every time I visit. Two weeks of sunshine broken on the last drive on the way home by thunderstorms. Shooting with focus at the Fort William DH world cup reaffirmed what was lying in the back of my head – bikes are fucking rad.… Read more →