Really linking to my mum, for me, has always been through visiting her at her home, sitting with her in her garden, and appreciating her pride at the environment she had created for herself
As a family photographer I hope to pass on that gift of memories made real, come to life, to my children when they are older
The first memory I have is of falling into a fishpond at four years old. Splash into darkness, a two-second lifetime, hurried
No one believed me when I said I couldn't see pictures when I closed my eyes
After all these years, I still often look back and wonder why it took me so long to realise that something wasn't right. I
With the birth of my daughter, I've really struggled about what I share online outside of running. It's prompted me to think about what does it mean to be seen and fully authentic on social media.
Losing my wife and soul mate Katie is the most difficult thing I have ever had to face. It is a reality I had never imagined and should never have needed to comprehend, but in many ways, I was fortunate. I don't enjoy writing that, but there is a truth to it.
Sometimes memories flash up on my Facebook of my beautiful girls, looking happy, having fun. Sometimes I'm in the picture with them, mostly not. I often struggle to remember that precise day or moment, and I wonder to myself, "Does that make me a bad mom?"
Ever since I can remember, I have always experienced the dreaded post-holiday blues the second a holiday ends. It is a perfectly normal sensation to go through - even as a kid returning from a classic 1990's holiday to Cornwall with my parents and siblings, and all our possessions packed inside the boot of a Ford Cortina Estate.
Nineties fashion has enjoyed a revival in recent years what with chokers being all the rage again as well as high rise MOM jeans and crop tops. But there are some things from that decade, like say pagers, that are well and truly in the past and very unlikely to come back.