When summer finally arrives after a long, hard winter, it’s essential to make the most of it. And even within the confines of our own little island,...

Camping is one of life’s great dividers: you either love it or you HATE it. If you fall within the former group, you’ll know that camping can be l...

So go on, do something stupid. Take a chance on that tandem skydive, google that slack lining school, splash out on that ice holing holiday and book in that bobsleigh break. It's all covered, although, interestingly, I couldn't find skinny dipping anywhere. Oh well.

Nowadays, 'me time' is a real luxury; and the best place to get it is out in the middle of nowhere, without the distractions of phones, emails and televisions. Not all of us are suited to roughing it like campers (i'm definitely not), so that's where 'glamping' comes into play- all the relaxing benefits of camping without the stressful negatives of finding heat, pitching a tent and having no electricity.

I know I have been quiet since we got going in the van. In what could be considered a cavalier move, we booked ourselves in for two festivals back to back, three weeks into trading, and the last couple of weeks have been a hazy blur of heavy rain, ubiquitous mud, wayward tent pegs and hungry strangers.

I'm back from a camping sojourn in the sodden British countryside and I have to reveal a shocking truth; everything in nature is about sex. Stuck in ...

I met Elijah a couple of weeks back when I started shooting images at the Occupy LSX camp at St Paul's Cathedral. I was photographing Indigo, his girlfriend as she sat in the entrance of their tent. Elijah was inside, in the shadows, embellishing some of Indigo's answers to my questions, as I took shot after shot of her.

I'm ashamed to admit that I have never, ever taken part a protest. My mother once showed me a cluster of anti-apartheid badges, souvenirs of a youth s...