A little reminder that I have produced a beautiful hardback book of my photographs and words, 152 pages of Peak District inspiration, presented seasonally. It makes a perfect present or a treat to curl up with on dark evenings. 🥰.

"Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,.And live alone in the bee-loud glade." - W B Yeats. It’s reassuring to know that, no matter how loud and fast the world out there becomes, along the twisting lanes of the #peakdistrict you can still find gaps in the

I’m delighted to be featured in this month’s Tudor Places magazine, an in-depth article about my photography, inspirations and my work at Haddon Hall. 🥰.

After the rush and flutter of spring, when every little life is busy growing and flowering and testing out new wings, summer in the #peakdistrict feels languid and calm. Poppies spill over from the fields into the verges, honeysuckle and wild roses are strung along the hedgerows

My reward for a 4.30am start yesterday. the chance to watch these stoat kits racing around, completely unbothered by my presence in the quiet morning. They were playing a version of grandmother's footsteps, sneaking up on one another and then whipping around at the very last

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Oh June, you’ve flown too soon. 🩷. #peakdistrict

👋🏼 Just a little reminder that there are only 2 days left to buy my 2026 Peak District Calendar at the bargain price of £8.50! I know it still seems early, but if you might buy one later anyway, it makes sense to save a little. Plus, you can bask in the glow of being Very

"I thought the earth remembered me, she.took me back so tenderly, arranging.her dark skirts, her pockets.full of lichens and seeds." - Mary Oliver. It's easy to feel helpless and overwhelmed by the world right now. I want to watch the news like I watched Dr Who when I was a

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The buttercups have all but faded now and the foxgloves are seeding, making way for the poppies and wild honeysuckle and rosebay willow herb. The bright, chaotic noise of the dawn chorus has softened too, just blackbirds and wrens and lazy swallows swirling in the warm air.

Can you imagine my happiness when I came to this gate?! Behold! This is not just any gate, this is a kissing gate that leads into a buttercup meadow. If M&S and Carlsberg joined forces to make a gate, I think it would probably look like this. #peakdistrict

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Midsummer morning, and the air is filled with skylarks, the sun painting stripes on the long grasses, and the early warmth of the day chasing away the traces of mist over the hills. I have to admit that this is a day I always dread a teeny bit, it feels like the pinnacle of the

Of all the wonky gates in all the world, this one is definitely my favourite. OK, it's not the easiest to walk through, and it will try to chop off your legs if you're not paying attention, but it's reached via a quiet path lined with tall, waving foxgloves, like an honour guard

Ahh, the heady days of midsummer - swallows swooping above, foxgloves in the hedgerows, long sunny days. And so our thoughts naturally turn to the impending New Year and the need for a Calendar?! 🤭 . OK, I know it's early, but I just wanted to remind you that my 2026 Peak

This is my little home village of Hathersage resting in the slopes of green, the last of the day's sunshine pouring over the trees and houses. I heard cuckoos and church bells as I stood here to take this photograph, and to be truthful I could hardly bear to drag myself away.

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With so much sadness and suffering in the world, I find more and more that I retreat to the seclusion of the quiet lanes. The only noise here comes from the birdsong in the hedgerows and the breeze in the long grasses, and if you hit really lucky there's absolutely no phone

A few years ago I stood at this gate and a little chestnut horse wandered over and gave me a big smile. That image is still used by BBC Countryfile on their greeting cards throughout the country. Recently I stood at the same gate admiring the view, and without me even noticing

Out and about in the early morning, hares are more or less my constant companions. They snooze in the dew-covered fields as the sun rises and lope languidly along the country lanes ahead of me, their gait rather awkward and uneven until they put the pedal down and race away over