Cornwall.. pasties and tin mines...


Epirus, Greece July 2019


Unfinished business in the land of the Gods... ...more

Prague and Kutna Hora - Czech Republic


Amongst the dead in Eastern Europe... ...more

A week in Dorset...


Sardinia & Corsica


Burning up in Italy & France ...more

Whitehaven..... again


Stuck in West Cumbria for a week.... ...more



Four days in Scotland....again

Caithness, Scottish Highlands


There can be only one... ...more

Old friends and a day at the theatre...


Sometimes in life something weird happens.. fate I would call this particular incident... 27 years of my life has gone by since I last saw Alastair and Caroline, the former being an old school friend of mine and more importantly a huge part of my musical past playing in bands throughout the mid 1980's, me the smashing various drum kits to pieces and Alastair sawing through guitars.... and it just so happened I was in Whitaker park in Rossendale and saw one of his works of art... and so I ended up tracking both him and Caroline down close by in a wonderful theatre and art-space where they were enjoying a joint exhibition...It was great to see my old friends and I was a bit apprehensive to be honest but it was like all those years had melted away. the exhibition was excellent, a pair of wonderful artists, totally different but being intrinsically-linked. Alastair's depiction of one of our old haunts from our days in The Flood: The Star & Garter in Fairfield Street, Manchester actually sold as we were talking about it.. I must be a good omen!. Anyhow, copious amounts of tea and number -swapping ended a thoroughly-enjoyable day and certainly re-kindled my drumming hands and feet again as I have recently finished building my new kit.... I am sure I will report on part two of this adventure sometime soon...

Oldham: Mills and moors


Hartford Mill - an afternoon in hell. ...more

Saddleworth - murder most horrid


Saddleworth, soaked in history and much of it bloody, here on a wet,blustery August day I found myself stood amongst the forgotten Victorian graves in the old, overgrown part of Saddleworth cemetery. The view is magnificent, tearing across the valley and beyond, Uppermill hidden below, seemingly unaware of the tranquility above. The weeds and the grasses and bracken tossed violently in the unrelenting wind as I held my tripod and camera firmly, on went the 10-stop for the 90-second exposures I wanted to make here, the movement of the foreground, the static stones and the threatening sky beyond.. I couldn't ask for more today. Behind me stood the church of St Chad, next to the wonderful Church pub, it took me a while to find the grave of William and Thomas Bradbury which sits tucked away in a deep recess of the old churchyard as if in shame, however, there's more to this grave than the hundreds of others which lie, sinking and forgotten in this ivy-covered patch of 18th century consecrated ground. Father and Son they were brutally murdered in their beds on April 2nd 1832 - the huge slab of stone goes on in poetic style to describe the event and subsequent morbid interest, telling the tale of shocking deaths, savage murders and lacerated, bloody bodies:
Throughout the land wherever news is read.
Intelligence of their sad end has spread.
Those now who talk of far-famed Greenfield hills.
Will think of Bill o’ Jack’s and Tom o’ Bills

Such interest did their tragic end excite.
That, ere they were removed from human sight.
Thousands on thousands came to see.
The bloody scene of catastrophe.

One house, one business, and one bed.
And one most shocking death they had.
One funeral came, one inquest past.
And now one grave they had a last.

Nobody was ever brought to justice and so father & son lie together eternally. This was a brutal place and it was no surprise to me that I didn't see a soul whilst I was photographing the churchyard. I would like to return here when the deep, bleak winter snow has fallen, no doubt it will take on an even-lonelier feel.
I comforted myself later on as I sat in the Church Inn, drink in hand as I met up with a friend of mine who lives in the area and we talked for hours.




July - pt 2


A nightcall to Anglesey... ...more

July- pt 1


Derbyshire peaks ...more

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