Experience a meditative meander with award-winning photographer Matt Writtle
The more I ramble, the more my mind tries to understand and accept the paths that our lives lead us on, the thoughts they inspire and the people they touch.
I marvel that the paths I tread have been created by many feet over many centuries: paths are an imprinted record of the presence of life passing through time.
"We are collectively responsible for shaping the landscape we occupy and in turn the landscape shapes us whether we are aware of it or not." - John Davies, British Photographer.
I was in the Chiltern Hills version of Hollywood, and with house prices in the village five times that of the national average, you’d have to be a movie star to live here.
POP! P-POP!! My daydream was suddenly punctuated by gunfire. POP! I looked up, nothing. POP! P-P-POP, POP! I was more than a little startled.
The echoing cry of a low-flying red kite breaks the silence of the icy breeze. I look skywards towards the clear blue dawn as the bird glides out of sight.