Peaks and troughs, and white froth. The chaos and order of canoeing with Eilidh Gibson at Lee Valley.
Lurking in the trees, unseen for a few, capturing the end of a seasons racing at the Reading Marathon Nationals.
Sunny and bright. Too close to be dry. Bobbing between the trees at the annual Richmond Marathon race.
Sat beneath the river side trees with the smell of rain drenched leaves. A little splash of summer rain as the clouds parted on an otherwise light day.
Breaking from an unsettled year. These summer days, are all too fleeting. Memories of a Cornish coast, dreaming of an open ocean.
Walking, finding peace in these new days dawning. There's more to this time if you're willing to rise early.
In riding a horse we borrow freedom.
Chop. Chop. Chop. Food colours away. Only the chef in motion.