At the age of 40 I had most of the things I thought I wanted in life. Except one, happiness. In 2016 I decided to sell my business, my house and all my belongings and explore the world.
I wasn't simply not happy, I was unhappy, there is a world of difference. And it seemed madness to continue down the same path that hadn't worked for 40 years.
I asked myself what I would do if I won the lottery (this would be a surprise as I don't buy any tickets) and the answer was go travelling, see the world and indulge in photography. I immediately realised I didn't need to win the lottery to do this, admittedly I wouldn't have the same safety net but you only have one life and logically there was no alternative. Continue plodding away at a life I thought I wanted that didn't make me happy - or try something new that might. Shit, I realised I'd outplayed myself.
For most of my adult life I have had an unwanted companion. He was with me before I started travelling and although I lose him sometimes he has managed to follow me. I suffer with depression, I don't really know why. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of happiness, of hope, that the world makes sense, that I can see my place in it and I think the world will be alright but as quickly as I see it, it disappears again. I make these journeys, write these words and take these photos as therapy and with hope.
I studied art, design and photography at university and I'm using my travels to explore my passion for these and writing.
I'm always interested in commercial opportunities for travel writing or photography so if you have something in mind or want to licence a photo then just email me at email@example.com