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. 🥰.

It happens so slowly at first, that creep from summer to autumn. A brush of gold within the green here and there, flecks where the sun has lingered longest on the leaves. Mists drifting over the fields and trees, with a hush that seems to soak up all sounds. And a little

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In our loud, busy world we live our lives at speed, racing from one appointment to another, constantly finding ways to move faster, work smarter, be more efficient. But in our rush to save time, I wonder if we lose far more than we gain?. We miss that connection with the slow

The literal translation of the word 'photography' from Greek is 'drawing with light'. Isn't that wonderful?! Light is undoubtedly the most important factor in so many shots. Scenes that look perfectly pretty at midday become magical when seen in that first light of the morning or

OK, I do have lots of favourite gates, but this one might just be my favourite favourite, especially when the White Peak fields beyond are covered in layers of soft morning mist. I had to stand and admire the view for quite some time after taking this shot. It looked like the

Crikey, how on earth can it be AUGUST already?! We're spinning through the year at an alarming rate now . which means that it's definitely time to get your hands on one of my Peak District calendars for 2026 - the new year will be here before you've had a chance to say "HOW

Oh July, you’ve passed us by in a blur of warm mornings, swallows swooping and gathered corn. Please, 2025, stop spinning so fast?! . Happy August everyone!

Sometimes you have to accept defeat in going for fancy compositions, forget trying to include 'more interesting' views and features - and just let the tree and the pink morning speak for itself. Nothing else is needed. #peakdistrict

The little village of Castleton is a gem in the Peak District hills. It's definitely not a "hidden" one or a quiet one anymore, but it still rewards you richly for exploring and you can find peaceful spots if you venture away from the most popular areas. There has been a

Some gates deserve to take centre stage! . This morning was so quiet, so still, the lane deserted. All of nature seemed to be holding its breath, just waiting for the sun to rise and flicker its way through the trees, to sweep away the mist with light in a matter of seconds.

If you need 20 seconds of calm and peace today, fall into a little dream with me…. #peakdistrict

What's better than a rustic gate on a country lane at sunrise? A rustic gate and its long shadow - two for the price of one! This was one of those mornings when I walked around and gasped at how incredibly beautiful my little corner of the world was, when I fumbled at the

Amidst the weirdness in your timeline, here’s a little calm from a quiet lane as the day draws to a close. Your legs might be weary from your journey but your ears are full of the skylarks’ song and the fields beckon you on, marked with their ancient boundaries and dotted with

"Once upon a time, forests were repositories of magic for the human race." - John Burnside. No matter how many times I walk in this ancient woodland, it still takes my breath away. As you follow the quiet paths beneath the twisted trees, you fall deeper and deeper under its

👋 I just wanted to take a moment to say a huge THANK YOU for all your kind comments and your support, and to say hello to anyone new to my account. By way of a little introduction, I'm a lass who lives in the heart of the Peak District. I love this place to its very bones,

If you’d like a brain-cleanse from the politics and nonsense in your timeline, rest awhile with a #peakdistrict barn. These field barns are as much a part of the landscape as the trees and hills, resting in the quiet slopes, sending tentacles of dry stone walls reaching off in

"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