It was my birthday last week (oh hello middle-to-late twenties!) and a big gang of us went to stay on Dartmoor for sunshine and barbeques. And then it rained a lot, so instead we went walking in bogs, met the Hound of the Baskervilles and drink a lot of gin by the fire.
It’s SPRING! The clocks have gone forward! It’s now ok to drink cider at lunchtime! This calls for some bright and beautiful biking trips in Joe Browns’ pretty togs. Because everything is better with multicoloured pompoms, amiright?
Last weekend I met the lovely Thom Heald, the photographer behind Bristol By Cyclist. He likes bikes and he likes Bristol, and that and a penchant for taking beautiful photos has led to a wonderful gallery portraying different faces of Britain’s ‘Cycling City’. Oh, and there are some very pretty bikes to lust over, too.
Taking portrait photos is one of my favourite things about my day job, so I had a very nice time writing this beginner’s guide to reportage-style people pictures for issue 26 of N-Photo magazine and for digitalcameraworld.com. These shots are of the lovely baristas at the Society Cafe in Bath, but environmental portraiture is perfect for the great outdoors too – try shooting surfers with their boards, climbers gearing up or just your mates on a country walk.
A gang of us headed up to Scotland to play at being lords and ladies of the manor for a week, staying at the stunning Auchinleck House, part of the Landmark Trust collection of properties. There was a lot of beach wandering, fireside reading and cuddling of Betty the dog involved and I took some nice snaps to share with you lot.
Last weekend we went a-wassailing at Somerset’s beautiful Ethicurean restaurant, nestled in the Barley Wood Walled Garden. We recited poems to apple trees to bring about a good cider harvest, watched a mummer’s play and ate posh cheese on toast. Lovely.
Last weekend Pete the Younger, Pete the Elder and I went climbing in the gorgeous Mendips, around the corner from Cheddar Gorge. We also made friends with some mountain goats, had a go at vertigo-busting blindfolded climbing and wore some very attractive helmets.
I do like rugged outdoors gear that also manages to be über beautiful. Hence, I have a bit of a style crush on my new Fjallraven rucksack, £125.99 from Complete Outdoors, which I have been cycling with, hiking with and, er, pug cuddling with. I also made Pete cart it around on the beach. Doesn’t he look nice?
I spent the weekend staying near the beautiful Camber Sands in East Sussex and wrapped up in a fuzzy parka and some super-rad-amazing acid yellow swallow print wellies. I also competed with Grazia for Most Stylish Beach Photoshoot (guess who won).
Squeeze the last out of the Indian Summer by using the golden light of the evenings to beautifully backlight outdoor portraits. I wrote this guide for issue 23 of N-Photo magazine and digitalcameraworld.com.
The awesome Nass Festival dudes asked me to come along last weekend and snap some of the goings on. There were mental people parkouring, motorbikers backflipping in the air and a lot of very chilled out skater kids horizontal in the sunshine. And me falling off a tiny slackline a lot.
My sports watching partner in crime (Leo) and I spent a delightful Monday at Wimbledon after Leo magically managed to procure us centre court tickets. We watched Serena Williams cry, Sabine Lisicki kick ass, Murray make grunting sounds and Djokovic give good lego hair. Oh, and we ate strawberries and drank far too much pink cava.
It was my birthday a few weeks ago, and some friends and I headed down to Dorset to stay in a gorgeous little cottage in Bridport. We pretended it was summer and paddled in the sea, played cricket, drank cider and watched Fred somehow manage to get sunburnt.
I spent last week on the sunny slopes of Verbier shooting a ski and snowboard photography feature for NPhoto magazine with the fantastic Ross Woodhall. Click on the images to see them in all their glory.
One of the advantages of working for a photography magazine is that when I’m not out on Dartmoor actually taking pictures (of ponies), I get to spend rainy autumn afternoons inside searching for beautiful outdoor photographs instead. These beautiful shots by William Hereford include some of my favourite things ever – campfires, muddy boots, coast walks, cliff jumping.
Urban paradises are made all the more beautiful by their incongruous surroundings. When I’m in London I can’t go more than a few days without feeling like I need a break from traffic, people, and air so dirty it makes your snot black, so I’m a big fan of allotments, parks and any place green in general. Do you have a secret rooftop haven or grassy getaway in The Big Smoke? I’d love to hear about it -let me know and I’ll feature your photos, favourites and tips on the blog!
In honour of Richard Peter’s gorgeous jumping fox photo, one of the winners of the Wildlife photographer of the year competition, and my favourite book of all time, Roald Dahl’s lovely Fantastic Mr Fox, here’s a moodboard of my favourite vulpine pieces to make and wear for autumn. Because they make me feel all cosy.
After many many years as a bit of a tech-phobe, I’m finally learning the ins and outs of photography, mainly because pretty much any time I am outdoors I spot things that I want to shoot (foxes, landscapes, umm, interesting leaves…). My trusty compact digital cameras have served me well when taking photos for the blog, but in my current incarnation as assistant on the launch of shiny new Nikon magazine N-Photo , I’ve made the (huge, scary) leap to DSLRs.
I think a small part of me wasn’t quite sure reindeer were real until we visited Napapiirin Porofarmi Reindeer Farm. The farm’s reindeer are friendly and come up for a cuddle, which I enjoyed immensely, as their horns feel amazing – like the softest velvet. Lappish people are completely used to seeing reindeer wandering around in the forests, but for me it was like getting to pat a unicorn. Amazing.
Two weeks in Nova Scotia are not enough. The Maritimes are a gorgeous patchwork of apple trees, wooden slat houses in pastel yellows and blues and cold, empty lakes fringed with dark pine trees. Oh, and gooooood pie. Actually, two weeks are definitely enough, or I would get disgustingly fat on buttered lobster.
Amongst the mud, fast food and excitable indie bands at Glastonbury there is a lot of beautiful stuff, which I attempted to take pictures of (when I wasn´t queuing for the toilets, drinking copious amounts of Brothers Festival cider and/or dressing like a complete idiot.