Read: Fleeting Moments

The London bus is crowded, its passengers are the normal blend of working-class, multicultural Eastenders. Continue Reading...

We are halfway through one of our regular drives from London to Wiltshire. We have just passed the grey, built-up suburbs of Reading Continue Reading...

It’s 3AM; a dishevelled group of punks, hippies, bikers and Hells Angels are gathered in a Wiltshire field. We stand before an empty pyramid-shaped stage and wait for the main musical event. It’s 1984 and we are at the Stonehenge Festival. Continue Reading...

The small seaside village of Westward Ho! is not only famous for being named after an imperialistic historical novel; it’s also known for its extensive sandy Continue Reading...

The summer of 1980 was an exciting time for me; I had turned sixteen, left school, and had moved away from home. I was working and living on a smallholding in Wales. Continue Reading...

I leave the supermarket with two loaded bags of groceries. I’ve just spent fifteen minutes in a checkout queue and am glad to escape the noisy, chaotic, Continue Reading...

Umbria, Italy, 2009. Despite the punishing midday sun, we decide to walk up into the hills of Isola Maggiore. We take the dusty track that leads upwards. Continue Reading...

Winter is upon us; it is now often dark when I leave the office to ride home. In the mornings, I travel to work via the Waltham Forest/Hackney Marshes. If Continue Reading...