Living in Devon 

When we moved down to Dartmoor in the early 80’s I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. We lived in an old granite house on the top of a hill which had a 60 foot well and 3 acres of land. Our girls were aged 7 and 4.

It’s just as well I wasn’t into photography back then, as we spent the first 10 years renovating this run down house plus 3 acres on the edge of the most charming picture postcard hamlet, and running a Bed & Breakfast to help pay the bills.

When I did get a good camera, I wanted to record everything and anything.