Nights Under Polyester


From as early as I can remember I have always gone camping. 

My wife and I have travelled the length and breath of Britain to many a different campsite. From the most basic, a field in the middle of nowhere, with absolutely no amenities, to the grandiose village style campsite will everything at hand including showers, shops and even a clubhouse. We have camped in all weathers, from the rare but glorious British sunshine to depths of snow covered ground. We have gone through many changes in tent design. The humble beginnings with the most basic of ridge tent, progressing to a multi bed-roomed full fame once the family started to grow with the arrival of our children. Finding our way back down to the more simple “Pop Up” format of today’s lightweight, flimsy polyester, with the ground sheet, flysheet, pockets and even windows with curtains all sown-in. Over the years we have also accumulated various acquisitions to our camping kit, upgrading sleeping bags, stoves, lighting, tables, chairs, inflatable beds, pots, pans, heating units, windbreaks, washing lines, even wine glass holders. A top box for the car was purchased to aid the carrying of all this kit. And to think we use to go with whatever we could carry on my motorbike.
Then, three years ago this all changed for me. I damaged my knee that made it difficult to walk let alone any bending needed to occupy a tent. So we have still been traveling over the length and breath of Britain, but using Bed & Breakfasts or hotels. Until last weekend, when my wife was insistent that we rekindle our “over canvas” away breaks (I was quick to point out that it is no longer canvas, but…). Anyway, knee problems had all been resolved, so the car was packed with the basics, plus the dog and off we went.
Forecast looked good and it was a lovely sunny day as we pitched the tent. Friends and family all gathered to the same location and so we commandeered a large area of the well furbished site that overlooked the coastline.
All was fine. With the days events over, we all reassembled for food and drink. The late afternoon slid into evening as we all sat and talked, drinks in hand, planning the next day’s agenda.
As the sun set the air changed. Bringing a cold blast to the proceedings. I found my self starting to shiver. The Polo top was no longer enough for warmth. I quietly donned a sweater, then my rain mack in an attempt to ward off the chill. With my legs aching for the cold, I retired for the evening, wondering why I was the only one effected by the change in temperature. I was beginning to regret the return to camping.
After constantly waking up cold throughout the night, dawn finally came. I reluctantly wriggled from my cocoon of sleeping bag and added blankets and made my way up to the shower block for that early morning pee.
The day break felt calm compared to the night before. The chill factor had gone. As I peered over towards the sea, I realized what it was I used to love about camping…..


100 Strangers #4 – Simon

Simon-HSP-4This is Simon, the second of the two bikers from the RNLI weekend at Staithes. Simon thought he was just going to observe his mate’s Jeff photo shot, but as he stood proudly behind his bike I turned the lens towards him. Another addition to my 100 strangers.

Today’s lesson: Always try to take advantage of any onlookers.

This picture is #4 in my 100 Strangers Project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the

100 Strangers #3 – Jeff

RNLI-Aug2017-96Sometimes things just happen. Meet Jeff. Jeff is a proud biker, he along with his mate, had gone to the RNLI weekend at Staithes. Whilst Jeff posed for photo with his bike overlooking the sea wall, I saw the opportunity, so I took my moment to add Jeff to my 100 strangers. After taking one of them both on their smartphone, there was brief introductions, then we said a farewells, and they rode off (I’d like to say into the sunset, but it was the wrong direction and the cobbled road didn’t make it smooth.

Today’s lesson: Always keep a camera at the ready, as you never know when the next opportunity will present itself.

This picture is #3 in my 100 Strangers Project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the

100 Strangers #2 – Rob

With the first of my 100 strangers under my belt I thought that it might get a little easier, less personal pressure. So, continuing with my “people working” idea, I saw Rob, he had everything under control as he navigated up the locks. I asked if he minded if I took some pictures as he worked, he was totally unperturbed by this and continued to winch away. I explained about the 100 Strangers project and flickr, it seemed that he had little or no interest in such things, but was more than happy to pose for a portrait shot. A crowd had gathered to watch as he rose to the next lock, so I left him and his wife to enjoy his holiday.


Today’s lesson is it’s difficult to go into details with someone if they are busy or there’s a crowd of on lookers.

This picture is #2 in my 100 Strangers Project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the

100 Strangers #1 – Amanda

Having mainly been a landscape photographer over the years, I decided to take part in the Flickr 100 Strangers Project, pushing me way out of my comfort zone with the camera. Talking to people has never been a problem, but to ask for permission to take the portrait and obtain any details I could about them in what was essentially a brief meeting, became very daunting.

However, on a beautifully sunny day in July, whilst photographing the locks at Foxton in Leicestershire, I was watching a woman opening a sluice gate. I seized the moment and asked to take pictures of her working. The usual idle chat of how good the weather was etc followed. I then explained about the project and asked to take her portrait to which she happily obliged. Further pleasantries were exchanged and I now had a name for my stranger… Amanda. Amanda had hired the long boat for the day and was busy showing her daughter how to navigate the locks.

Amanda-HSP-1Today’s lesson is two fold, firstly DON’T stand at the bottom of a slope while taking portraits upwards when your a short person like me. Secondly, while taking to your subject, try to capture them between your questions and NOT while they are answering.

This picture is #1 in my 100 Strangers Project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the

Don’t Push Me Around

Hidden away in the middle of the historic town of Stratford-upon-Avon, there is a world of butterflies. Butterfly17-2For a reasonable entrance fee you get to see a large array of butterflies flying around and landing you and have a mini sauna all in one. Butterfly17-51There are other other areas showing the life cycle of the butterfly along with other insects, spiders, snakes and not forgetting the ants that busily match over head on suspended ropes. Butterfly17-25Well worth an hour or so visiting, with or without your children.

Now I come to the negative, why’o’why do people insist on taking their “buggies”, pushchairpushchairs and child sized 4×4’s into these places. It never ceases to amaze me. Other than the fact the the bloody things are bigger than the narrow walkways, they think that they always have the right of way, pushing through no matter what. What has changed, my wife and I have had children, we had pushchairs, but we never took them in places like this, nor did we use them as a battering ram to force our way through. The same was true whilst walking around Stratford, very busy streets to which you are constantly confronted with an oncoming pushchair, that momentary stand off until the gentleman in me lets them pass. Have good manners gone like so many other disposable things nowadays. Is it the modern way just to be rude or is it nothing more than ignorance?