Spring 2025

I love spring. I realise I’m not alone in this, and I’m sure my reasons aren’t particularly novel either. However, bear with me!

The path to the woods, early one morning.

I should probably take a step back and say that for me (both photographically and more generally) all the seasons are pretty special. However, as the long winter draws to a close, the first signs of new life, warmth and lengthening days are very welcome. The woods where I spend a lot of my photographic time sometimes appear to be virtually dormant in the winter months. On a still, dull day, it is gloriously eerie, and that has its own charm and appeal. However, I’d have to be pretty hardened not to delight in the first signs that new life is coming. For me, this is the appearance of the first bluebell shoots. Several weeks before the flowers appear, I’ve learned to spot the first green shoots as they peak above the ground for the first time in almost a year. This gives me a good few weeks of optimism, since with each passing day the possibility of those glorious blue carpets draws ever nearer. When they do arrive, I feel a strange mix of emotions – joy because they are here, panic because I need to make the most of them, and sadness because I know they won’t stay around for long. This year, they did not disappoint. The displays have been wonderful. I have a handful of local spots I like to visit where the ‘carpets’ are very evident, but it’s also lovely to see them appearing in unknown and unexpected places (I’m thrilled that they seem to be getting more widespread in my garden as each year passes too!).

A new part of a familar location - bluebells stretching in all directions, while grand old oaks watch over them.

A dark corner of the woods - bluebells surround a long-fallen trunk, while the hawthorn blossom hangs above.

At about the same time, the wild garlic starts to appear. At first it’s just those young, tender lime-green leaves, but in time the flowers (ramsons) start to show. This year, they seem to have been particularly impressive. Where I live in the southern-central Lake District, the lanes have been lined with the most wonderful display that I’ve seen for a long time. I have a few local woodland spots too where I know they will be good, and this year did not disappoint. At the same time as all this is going on, the trees and other plants are bursting into life and green is everywhere.

A ramson-rich woodland.

In short, the spring of 2025 has been spectacular. It’s been pretty wild for another reason… the lack of rain. It’s been insanely dry across the whole of the UK. I don’t know if in some way this has contributed to the amazing bluebells and wild garlic. However, we desperately need rain, and as I write this, the forecast is for a lot to fall over the next few days. A few days of rain will, I suspect, see the woods burst into even more life than that which already fills them.

Sunrise over the woodland, filled with garlic and bluebells.

Wild flowers were everywhere over this woodland floor.

Despite all of the above, this time of year is always photographically quite challenging. When it comes to bluebells, I always think it’s relatively easy to take a nice picture, but it’s very hard to produce something really special. Regardless, every year I try, and importantly I love the process, but I’ve never really taken something that I’ve been really, REALLY pleased with.

I loved the way the light played on this oak. The bluebells were a bonus.

Nevertheless, it’s been fantastic to be able to get out and take pictures through the season. The selection you see here are some of my favourite from this spring. If only there had been more mist!

The path in my local woodland.

As we move on into the late spring and early summer, the bluebells and wild garlic have all but gone, but the woods are being taken over by the next stage. I love the richness of summer woodlands, so photographing them is the next challenge to be embraced.

A lone white tulip in a sea of wild flowers.

Light playing on an oak tree full of new leaves.

I spotted this image whilst I was on my bike (thankfully I had my camera with me). This lone hawthorn was catching the light whilst the dark conifers behind were in deep shadow. The contrast was striking.

Thanks for reading. Enjoy the summer.

Shifting mist

I think it’s fair to say that pretty much all woodland photographers love a bit of mist. Mist transforms a patch of trees from something that is already beautiful into something quite ethereal. Mist and fog, or indeed light drizzle, provides separation, helping the foreground trees stand apart from what can sometimes be a chaotic background. So, any woodland photographer who knows there’s mist in the forecast, naturally gets quite excited. I am no exception.

On a day in mid-January, all the forecasts were pointing towards dense fog. When that happens, the first thing I do on waking is peer out of the window to see if what was promised has come true. That’s tough at this time of year, since it’s pitch black outside when I get up, but staring and squinting into the dark, you can sometimes make out evidence of that illusive phenomenon. On this particular morning, things were looking pretty good.

I have two options when it’s going to be foggy. One is to head into one of three or four local woodlands and see what I can find. The other is to head up onto my local little hill and peer down on the fog from above. This is one of my favourite photographic activities. To stand on a hillside, watching the mist and fog shift around below, slowly revealing and concealing different clusters of trees is just wonderful. The fun then comes in trying to spot compositions as the trees start to appear, and then getting the camera pointing where it needs to and the image framed up, before it’s lost to the ever-changing mist. It’s a game I could play for hours… if I had temperature-resistant fingers!

On this particular morning it was bitterly cold. Stunningly beautiful but cold. The sun was rising casting colours on the landscape all around, and I worked to collect a few compositions before I could no longer feel my fingers and before the sun rose fully.

Even when this had happened, it would have been great to stay around for longer, watching the mist swirl in and out. However, the warmth of home was calling, as was the need to get back to my desk to start the working day.

These images are a selection of those made on that brief, magical morning.

An Arctic blast

The past week and a bit have been pretty special up here in the Lake District. It all started a couple of days after new year, with falling temperatures and the ground starting to freeze.

Bowfell and the Scafell range from Swirl How.

This was then followed by a big dump of snow and then the best part of a week of very cold temperatures, not really getting above freezing for days on end.

Towards the end of the day, on the summit of Great End, looking towards Scafell Pike.

As a result, over that week, we were blessed with snow and ice, mist and fog, and some beautiful light to boot. The beginning of this cold period coincided with some days off work for my wife and I, and thus the chance to get out into the hills of the Lake District, where we live. Two consecutive big mountain days - one in the Scafell range and another in the Coniston range were a real treat.

Trees, mist, mountains and snow, with a bit of nice light thrown in for good measure - the dream combination.

The snow that followed fell over a weekend, and then the start of super-cold, crisp and clear conditions coincided with the return to work sadly. However, the location of my home means that I’m able to get out onto smaller hills very easily, and have the summit of Latterbarrow within a 30-35 minute walk. As a result, I am able to get a quick photography-fix around sunrise, and get back to my desk in time to start work at the usual time.

Trees, frost and mist - I was like a kid in a sweet shop.

The higher peaks visible from Latterbarrow, as well as the surrounding trees and forests are a paradise for me. This combination, coupled with some great light and a bit of fog and mist for good measure, really led to a special few days.

‘Standing together’.

Being on Latterbarrow, or somewhere else similar for sunrise four days on the bounce, as well as doing full days of work was pretty tiring, but I kept telling myself that I couldn’t let this opportunity pass. The winters in the north-west of the UK are often characterised by damp, grey conditions, so this spell of magical weather had to be grasped. I’m very pleased that I did.

The Fairfield Horseshoe from the summit of Latterbarrow, just before sunrise.

Towards the end of the week, the forecast was that the last day of these winter conditions would be on the Saturday, before things started to warm up. My wife and I were due to attend an old friend’s 50th birthday celebration on the Saturday evening, but we decided that with another early start, we could squeeze in one last big mountain day in these magical conditions. Parking in Ambleside for the famous Fairfield Horseshoe is just a 10 minute drive from us, so an early start saw us up on the ridge for some truly spectacular light.

Light on distant mountains.

The night before, I had hesitated about bringing my 100-400mm lens. It’s a bit of a beast, and we had wanted to move quickly. However, I’m so glad I did. This lens (in the Nikon Z range) is just spectacular. Everytime I use it I am blown away by its quality. The detail is just wonderful, and coupled with the Nikon Z7ii, it really allowed me to capture the atmosphere of what I was seeing and feeling.

Bowfell, from the western limb of the Fairfield Horseshoe.

It was pretty special to be up there, witnessing all this, and I’m pleased with the images that I managed to take too.

Crinkle Crags, Bowfell, the Scafell range and Great End, from the western limb of the Fairfield Horseshoe.

Writing this now, a couple of days later, I am looking out the window at a very wet and grey view. I’m so pleased to have been able to capitalise on these great conditions.

A new dawn

This is my first ever blog post! It’s something I thought I might start doing at some point, and with the launch of my newly revamped website, the time seemed right. This is going to be an ocassional thing, so they will appear sporadically - either when I’ve got something potentially interesting to say, or when I want to report on a recent photographic trip.

Early one morning from the slope of Latterbarrow (my local little hill) in the Lake District.

I’m writing this now on a cold January day, and kind of wishing I’d started doing this sooner. I’ve got several previous trips that I’d quite like to document - for example, a wild photographic trip to the Faroe Islands almost exactly a year ago, and a month spent in Greenland in summer 2024 (a work trip, but one which offered plenty of photographic opportunities). I think that I might therefore use this platform to retrospectively report on those too.

So, I hope these blogs prove to be interesting and of value. Please do let me know your thoughts - on the writing and my images, which you’ll find elsewhere on this website.

Thanks.