London — Sitting in the pub I concentrate on the hand in front of me. It’s neither promising nor unpromising and I pause for a moment to look out at the shower of heavy summer rain pouring down outside. A minu...
Stykkishólmur — We had followed some vague directions found online, following a dirt road through a lava field, past a ruin of a house inhabited only by sheep until we came to the end of the road. And then we walked,...
Crawley — A bump, a pregnant pause and then the gentle pull of the carriage as it starts to move slowly away from the platform, gathering speed as it breaks free from the weight of the station. I love that mom...
Walking round the Olymic Park in London is like exploring a landscape straight out of a JG Ballard book.
A quintessential Southern English town. Beautiful and ancient.
I love the enforced laziness of a train carriage
I lay another card down as the summer rain continues to pour
The thing that'll always stay with me is the roads. The empty open roads that wound through the dramatic landscape.
We stand looking out, not speaking, as the rays of the midnight sun hit the snow-bound peninsulas
Inside the Library of Water
I closed my eyes, leant on my companion's shoulder, and silently thanked Iceland's hidden people for creating this gently steaming pool.