I walk down through the nave, drawn towards a doorway that cradles a rarefied luminescence — a mingling of dappled colour from stained glass, the glint of refracted light on metal, and a hint of the golden radiance that spring has blessed us with this year.
For over twenty years I've been seeking out alternative stories in our surviving material culture and sharing them with my photographs and words.
In the late 1990's I had a breakdown that ultimately led me, through a journey that took me away from depression, to a new career in photography. But what was the spark that ignited my journey?
Creating a membership scheme is probably the hardest thing I've ever done..
If the Grand Tour were still a rite of passage, this would be one of its stopping places — visited not for splendour but for its pleasing dereliction.
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With the full day ahead of me – and feeling like a lord and master over time – I visit all my usual haunts: breakfast at the Naked Man, a browse through the bookshop on the market square, coffee at the Folly on the hill.
I’ve photographed many projects where artists, artisans and conservators have helped restore—and sometimes transform—the memory of an age, an epithet, a story, a turning point, through a building, a memorial or a piece of art.
Despite the epic scale of the moorland, it is the smallest thing - a chapel - that animates the landscape.
