I still remember my first camera. I remember happy hours trekking all over, stopping often for 'just one more' shot. The excitement when it snowed and I used the black and white roll of film I'd been hoarding for months. The holiday where my camera died and my best mate gave me hers as she knew I couldn't be without one…

I'm (more than) a few years older now but the memories are still vivid and every year they're joined by new ones; Stonehenge in the sun, sailing Hong Kong harbour at night, an unexpected view of The Hobbit set!

I love viewing the world through my lens, and hope you will too.