Created from clips caught during my recent Mull Deep Dive this film evokes the spirit of the island at this current time.

My rtelationship with Ravens goes back many years and began with a filming session in a quarry in Anglezarke close to where I spent most of my life. Yesterday, the 16th April, I visited a quarry close to where I now live near Silverdale and the story continues!

I lived with Newborough Forest for a few days seeking a story from the land. This is the film that arrived – Return to the Forest.

I spent a few days living on a carpark just west of Cardiff and wandered up and down a few miles of coast to catch the spirit and sense of this amazing landscape.This short film sums up my trip to this ancient, jurassic landscape where rock and ocean rule.

Here’s my latest film, The Moods of the Grey Mare, which was shot at Grey Mare’s Tail waterfall and Loch Skeen in December. You can read the story of the trip here.

This is my latest Earthlight film, created in the wonderful valleys and fells of Dentdale in the Yorkshire Dales. I spent four days catching the clips and then a further three days editing to create this final film.

I’m particularly proud of this film, shot at Cwm Idwal and Coed Felenrhyr in Snowdonia. The mix of drama and gentleness sums up my five days with the place. Enjoy!

Filmed on the Scotish islands of Mull and Lunga and the ocean that swells between them, this film captures the contrast between the open, restless sea and the sanctuary of ‘island’. Between the two is the littoral zone, the intertidal, the space between the two where life flows and creativity reigns.Here’s the link to a

This film charts the route of the River Duddon from her source high in the Cumbrian mountains to the Irish Sea at the mouth of Morecambe Bay. The journey and encounters reflect the many meanders and obstacles we may encounter on our own navigation through life.

The Northern Lights filmed from New Biggin Fell. To read the story of the film, and comment please follow this link.

The flatness of the landscape messed with my inspiration. My Muse had fled, apparently, across the vast reedbeds and out of sight beyond a very distant horizon.Yet I had to pull the threads of the Norfolk Broads together regardless. A deadline loomed, an audience for the premiere of my new film was building, a film

We stumbled into a great Starling murmuration display a few days ago however I only had my ageing phone to record it with. So, with apologies for the poor quality, here’s a memory of the event.