Short stories and photographs from a life spent travelling the world.
I’ll never forget my trip to Madrid. My marriage had just imploded and I was in a real fuzz, swallowed up by converging states of sadness, confusion and reflection. Flying over to the Spanish capital from The UK with one of my oldest friends, I found Madrid’s vibrant squares, extravagant art, sculpted gardens, dazzling palaces and palpable sense of history affirmingly therapeutic. For more on my trip, take a peek at my articles on: