A weekend in New York to say thank you.
A few days in Bavaria was the perfect way to end 2016 and see in 2017.
The tree's up and we're in business with a fine selection of Christmas films.
A weekend off. A treehouse tucked away in Dorset. A log fire. Perfect!
Having cooked our dinner on the fire, it was time to sit back with a glass of wine and watch nature's very own television.
A few snaps from an early morning run on a quick work trip to Paris, shot on iPhone. What a beautiful city.
Some highlights from a recent two-week trip to the States.
Lets go Dodgers!
It was about 33 degrees in LA at this point, and this guy was working his arse off tidying up the garden of a mansion at the top end of Beverly Hills.
On to Ann Arbor in Michigan. 105k people taking in a game of 'soccer' at the Big House, home of the University of Michigan's American Football team.
Up next - Minneapolis, and more baseball. This time - Go Twins!
Golden hour. The view from the 12th floor in my hotel.
Just a tram, but I liked the colours!
The retro signage caught my eye on this...
As you'd expect from a Tate gallery there are some incredible works of art on display and the Tate Britain boasts everything from Constaple to Gainsborough, but it was some impromptu ballet dancing that caught my eye upon a recent visit...
In 1957, aged 24, Roy had just completed his national service in the RAF and was encouraged by a friend to join him for a swim at the local Lido – an open-air fresh water swimming pool.
Tooting born and bred, Roy lived just a short distance from Tooting Bec Lido – the UK’s second largest swimming pool at an exhausting 93m long and 33m wide.
Roy has been swimming there almost every day since, come rain or shine. Now aged 83, there is plenty of evidence to suggest he really hasn't slowed down much since his early twenties! A remarkable portrayal of youthfulness. I joined him one morning as he went about his routine. The water, a mere 12 degrees…
Roy is a stalwart of the South London Swimming Club. Here he is taking me through some photos inside the club's cabin by the side of the pool .
All set for a swim.
In go the ear plugs.
Due to the temperature of the water, many swimmers at the Lido wear a wetsuit. Not Roy...
There's no easing your way into the pool and climatising before breaking into stroke. It's all in for Roy.
93 metres to go.
There is much to be admired about Roy's speed and technique. You wouldn't know he was an 83 year old charging through the water.
Just another day at the office for Roy. He'll be back tomorrow...
A massive thank you to Roy for allowing me to photograph him, and hear his story.
Sun, sea and backflips.
After school, the local kids would go cliff jumping right by our hotel. As terrifying as it was entertaining...
If you survive the drop, there are no easy negotiations with the tide at the bottom...
I have lived a short walk from Tooting Bec Lido for four years now and I've shamefully never been. Boasting Britain's second largest open-air fresh water swimming pool with over 100 years of history, the Lido is a popular choice for the hardy local early morning swimmer.
I thought it was time to give it a go. So I set my alarm for 5.45 am this morning with my swim shorts at the ready.
I made it down, despite the efforts of the snooze button, and the first thing that grabbed me when I entered the Lido was the sheer size of it - some 92 metres long and 30 metres wide.
I got changed in one of those funky little booths and walked over to the stairs to get in the pool. I dilly dallied for a good 10 minutes while scoping out my pool entry strategy. A man noticed my reluctance and came over with some words of wisdom. He advised not just jumping straight in and instead easing your way in using the stairs. I took his advice.
It was good advice. I was underway.
The cold really knocks the wind out of you, and I choked and spluttered my way down for the first two lengths, making a real splash. I managed another two lengths after this before the cold got the better of me.
It was certainly an experience. I can imagine this being the perfect hangover cure!
Our annual pilgrimage to the Austrian Alps continued in February this year as we swapped the daily routine in London for some mountain action.
There wasn't a huge amount of snow, but nevertheless we had a fantastic time. The scenery is quite breathtaking...
It's very difficult to make it down the mountain without pulling my iPhone out to take pictures!
When you almost fall over while heading towards a fence, just take a moment for a photograph...
And the award for winning at life goes to...
When I was very little, I would come home from school and my grandad or mum would have made our dinners in the shape of a smiley face. It was a creative attempt at getting my brother and I to eat our greens. A lasting memory from my childhood.
Using what food I had in my house at the time, I thought I'd create a photo series inspired by this childhood memory...
Beautiful Rome. The food, the wine, the history and the backstreets. I've been fortunate enough to do a lot of travelling in the last few years, but of all the cities I have visited I think none of them can compete with Rome when it comes to photography.
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