On awakening I hear trains rumbling into the harbour station, ship’s horns sounding and the pssst of coach doors opening. I enjoy Portsmouth’s cosmopolitan sense of purpose in contrast to the parochial air that can blight some coastal settlements. At Spinnaker Tower abseilers are skilfully […]
Month: October 2015

Day 23: Emsworth to Portsmouth – Solent & Sailing
At Emsworth a gentle breeze is blowing and children are learning to dingy sail. “Tiller away from you”, “No, tiller away from you”, “… and go about”, “Yes that’s it, well done Henry”. At Warblington a heart wrenching collection of infant cemeteries, some with sun […]

Sussex Print Collection
Works are available in the following sizes and editions: Individual Prints 42x42cm (includes 4cm white border). Edition of 25, signed and numbered. £195 80x80cm (includes 10cm white border). Edition of 7, signed and numbered. £795 110x110cm (includes 10cm white border). Edition of 3, signed and […]

Day 22: Fishbourne to Emsworth – Marsh & Murder
A farmer makes a channel to drain a pool of rainwater in the track with the heel of his boot. “You’ve chosen a good day for walking” he says, the rain streaking down his face. “You know where you’re going, got a map?”. Unsure wether […]

Day 21: Selsey Bill to Fishbourne – Horizon & Harbour
Are you the photographer that photographs life boat stations? asks a dog walker. You see my daughter is a photographer and she wrote to the man photographing all the Life Boat stations as this one is about to get pulled down. I had to disappoint […]

Day 20: Littlehampton to Selsey Bill – Storming & Norming
Rain falls so insistently the geese stand with their bills tucked under their wings. Moments later I’m startled by a lighting flash and immediate thunder clap that sounds overhead – the rain dial is upped to monsoon. Milky landscape – despite the weather feel happy to […]

Day 19: Brighton to Littlehampton – Pier & Cheer
Brighton on a Sunday morning: its homeless, swearing and dirty cohabit the park benches with sleeping revellers. The brightly painted shops padlocked and shuttered, seagulls screeching. The people I pass who are not horizontal all carry an object telegraphing their originality: a guitar, a zigzag poncho, a […]