“Frost grows on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry. Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition. Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor. In a few blinks you can almost see...

It's a New Year, and it turns out living on wine, mince pies, and chocolate coins for a month is considered to be nutritionally unbalanced.  Now, while I am almost certain that I could deconstruct that and find all the food groups if I really tried, the mirror and the...

So, after weeks of taking photos of Nativity plays, Christmas gatherings and Christmas Markets I am feeling thoroughly festive.  I finally made time to take my own little boy for a Christmas treat to the fabulous Clearwell Caves in the Forest of Dean.  This is an...

Magic hour is that time of day - early evening or early morning, when the light is just, well, magic.  It is the holy grail for filmmakers and photographers, and there is usually a lot of time spent waiting for just the right light.  But sometimes you just get lucky,...

My ideal weekend involves photography, cookery and friends, so a commission I received from a friend to shoot the images for her new cookery book was a dream come true.  She runs a cookery school for children in London called Curious Cooks, and is a ridiculously...

There is nothing as extraordinary as the arrival of a new tiny person into a family.  It's life changing, exhausting, funny and frightening.  It put everything into a strange, slightly surreal perspective.  It consumes your day and steals your night.   But when they...

Farmers' markets.  Never the cheapest, or the warmest way of shopping.  But there is something undeniably satisfying about buying a handcrafted pie, or a wedge of cheese from the actual human who was responsible for making it. These kitchen top entrepreneurs...

I love fresh bread, I think of myself as the sort of person who knocks up a fresh loaf every week, fitting it effortlessly into my Sunday morning routine while thumbing through the papers (*hollow laugh*, my Sunday morning routine generally involves playing dragons...

I set my alarm clock for 5.30 this morning - not something I do lightly as I have a toddler who wakes up at 6am every day.  I did it so that I could go along to a breakfast meeting with some like minded people who run their own companies.  Instead of feeling that...