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I used to love writing…and then I got a job doing it for a magazine. That love soon shriveled to a husk. The job was okay, but writing about beauty salons (they are all the fucking same), or shoe shops kills all the joy to ordering words in a pleasing and readable fashion.

I can barely summon more than two words to describe my prized photos. I went into that job with a passion for writing and zero photography skills and came away with a love of photography and a deep detest for written communication. I decided to put this blog together as a way to combine both and rekindle my love of writing. It’s basically for me, but if it lifts anyone’s spirits over a morning coffee, then it’ll please me too.

Most travel blogs are wordy, bullshit affairs of sickening clichés, sprinkled with historical facts ripped straight from Wikipedia. They’re long to ensure you scroll through as many of the the ads that I so loathed writing myself at the magazine, and I know that anything longer than two thumb flicks on a phone won’t hold my attention. Many are also dotted with dull and tedious photos. Hopefully my photos are better than that and the word count will be short, no politics, no world affairs, no AI generated shite. Simply my day, something funny or something nice. Did I mention short? They’ll only ever be about this long.

the latest from the photographer, painter, & Greyhound

Is there really a point in sharing our life experiences online? I’m not sure

It’s not the Shipping Forecast

Obviously, there are many stark differences between two countries in opposite hemispheres and half a world apart, but it was not until the fifth day of the fifth Ashes test that it fully struck me just how different everything now was. I’ve lost count how many times I listened to cricket on the radio, back…
The Great Estate

I should start this post by apologising for a lack of my festival photos but the best way to get feel for it is through Kerry’s reel right here. It’s fair to say that the day we dropped Chloe off and made our way to the festival, we had a few of those middle-aged moments…
Deepest, darkest cream tea territory

This is not a food blog so we’re not going to get bogged down on the right way to have your jam and cream on a cream tea. In Devon the jam goes on the top and in Cornwall you have it under the cream. I have no particular preference because I think the quality…
An extra snapshot for subscribers

Not much else to report today. All the high passes were closed which means there was only one route South to Italy, the Gotthard Tunnel. It’s 17 kilometres long (just over 10 miles) and the queue to get into it was twice as long. No major dramas today, although I bought a drink that I…

An upside down Christmas

Kerry and I had built up a nice collection of Christmas traditions in the seventeen years we’d lived in our old house. Bublé and Baileys went hand in hand as we got the decorations up, while a night away in the van to Keswick, with its magical Christmas light display, cosy pubs and plethora of…