Can you remember the first time you rode a horse? Pictured above is an aged, curled cornered photo of me astride our hefty, chestnut racehorse called Oakley aged 4 with my sister, Amanda (at the front). My brother, sister and I were the fortunate ones to be born into a horse-loving family. My father has […]

  A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014. photo caption: Hand feeding the goats at our local animal nursery. Finally her hair fits in a pony tail with the help of lots of clips.

A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014. photo caption: Eating Harry Noodle’s dog biscuits after I told her not too. Defiant.

A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014. photo caption: Playing with ‘baby’ in the garden.

There is something deeply romantic and enchanting about a rustic, shoe-box sized cabin hidden deep within the woods. A cabin tucked away from the outside world with no roads leading to its door but only well-worn forest paths. Cabins that are only discovered by whisperings of travellers that have been and gone. At the moment […]