Travel

I’m very lucky to live in an age of relatively cheap travel. From the UK, I can be in the Scottish Highlands, the fjords of Norway, the glaciers of Iceland, or the beaches of the Algarve in just a few hours. Add in the cities, towns, and villages of Europe, and the photographic opportunities are endless. I’ve been fortunate enough to travel far and wide—my furthest trip being Invercargill, on New Zealand’s South Island (twice, just to make sure it was still there). That said, landscape photography can be a surprisingly selfish pursuit. Spending hours in one spot waiting for perfect conditions isn’t everyone’s idea of fun. It can be lonely.

Eric doesn’t complain about how long I’m taking. He doesn’t ask, “Are we nearly there yet?” or “Can we go home, I’m bored?” He never questions the plan. Although, to be fair, he has complained about the cold. On our last trip to Scotland, we climbed the Old Man of Storr on the Isle of Skye for sunrise. It was mild at sea level, but by the time we’d climbed for an hour, it was blowing an absolute hoolie. After ten minutes of waiting, poor Eric started shivering and was clearly unimpressed. I wrapped him in my down jacket. Five minutes later, he was fast asleep with his head on my lap… while I froze. Cracking sunrise, though.