Before I head to Africa to photograph big mammals I think it’s only fitting I pay tribute to all the little creatures of Britain from the owls to the harvest mice, the foxes to the squirrels. I’ve been lucky to have had the opportunity to photograph a number of these sweet, sometimes funny and very British animals over the past year and here are my favourite shots (in no particular order).
After ten fabulous years in fashion magazine PR including two years working as Head of PR at the NET-A-PORTER Group, I have scarily but excitedly quit my job to pursue a freelance career as a photographer, PR consultant and writer. Yesterday I had the most amazing send off from the team at PORTER and The EDIT magazines who produced this brilliant cover…Thank you guys! My next adventure includes two months’ in Africa photographing elephants for Save The Elephants, looking after baboons, cheetahs and wild dogs at a wildlife sanctuary, volunteering at a research centre and training and riding horses in Namibia. I[…]
This beautiful fox staring intently at a piece of flying sausage lives in Leeds. She comes round to this house every breakfast and dinner. Her family have been visiting for generations and she has about five or six brothers and sisters. Sometimes she comes alone, sometimes with others. Whenever the Human family who look after the foxes go out for dinner, they will often ask for a ‘fox bag’ instead of a ‘doggy bag’ to take home to their orange friends. When the foxes first started visiting they were given dog food but didn’t like it, so now it’s a steady diet of[…]
For those who enjoy listening to Clare Balding’s Rambling programs on BBC4, you’ll know that rambling is supposed to be a pleasurable activity, an opportunity to explore the countryside, get fit, relax and unwind from the stresses of everyday life. Unless of course you’ve just been poisoned by an enormous pot of fruit salad that you scoffed on the train before the ramble and all hell has broken loose . . . which is exactly what happened to me many moons ago. This isn’t a story I’m particularly proud of but it makes people roar with laughter and everyone said I should post it[…]
We did it! Last weekend, the Dons of Oxford – a team of five cyclists (Christoph, Anika, Mark, Melissa and Estella) and a support crew (myself, my cousin Liz and her son Emeran in one van and Toby and his two dogs in the other) – travelled from Oxford to Wales to raise money for the UK Sepsis Trust. The cyclists rode more than 165 miles through driving rain, wind and sunshine, up and down hill, over dale, from town to town until they reached Cardiff on Sunday lunchtime. The highlight of the ride was when they crossed the Severn[…]
My courageous cousin Liz has returned part-time to her job as an Egyptologist at Oxford University one year after suffering terrible life-changing injuries from Sepsis. It’s great to see Liz reconnecting with Egyptology again … Her determination to live a ‘new normal’ life and return to work has astounded and inspired us all. This weekend we are driving from Oxford to Wales as the support crew to her husband Christoph and other cyclists who are taking part in the nationwide cycle ride to raise funds for the UK Sepsis Trust. Please cheer all the cyclists on, follow on social media #cycle4sepsis and[…]
So here’s a beautiful and moving story I want to share …. It’s not a travel story as such but it’s certainly a story that’s travelled a long way and over a very long time …. Several days ago a lady from Kiel Germany contacted me via Facebook to ask if I was the granddaughter of Wing Commander Edward Gordon Gedge and his wife Eileen – which I am. Her name was Dagmar and she said she was the daughter of my mum’s nanny from more than sixty years ago and had been searching for us. Her mum Cristel cared[…]
My black and white image of pier jumpers at the Oyster Festival in picturesque Whitstable was named as a finalist alongside eight other photographs in the Daily Telegraph’s weekly travel competition The Big Picture in August 2016. This was one of those lucky shots where everything played out perfectly. I remember seeing people jumping off the pier during the first day of the festival. It was an unusually hot Summer’s day in England and the crowds were taking full advantage of the weather drinking beer, paddling in the shallows and diving into the sea. The next day I returned with my camera gear, clambered through the[…]
It’s a known fact that if bumblebees didn’t exist, neither would Humans, so here’s my photographic tribute to these fuzzy little hard-working guys.
Growing up in New Zealand, my British grandparents would regale me with stories about the quirky traditions and village pastimes of English people, including how they’d roll cheese downhill in the Cotswold, pay homage to chalk men with enormous appendages in Dorset, and bless oysters with holy water in Kent. Of course I would giggle at their stories, never sure whether they were telling the truth – I mean why would anyone chase cheese?! – but I always secretly harboured a desire to find out for myself; to visit the UK and see whether there really were naked chalk giants in the hills and priests in white robes uttering[…]