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17/11/2025

14/11/2025

Created for my father’s memorial service and part of my new series, this tribute brings together recordings from the archives of my father’s Buddhist teachings and family videos.

Though painful to create, his words on impermanence and acceptance helped to guide the process and became a meditation on succession and legacy.

13/11/2025

My new series was born from grief — the kind that settles in spaces once shared.

This photograph was taken on the field that my father walked round every day — mist rising to meet the crisp, silvery, morning sun of the first spring without him.

Created in an effort to understand our loss, each image explores the absence of his presence and is a tender act of remembering.

Dedicated to my father.

06/07/2024

The 49th Day

Today, on the 49th day since he passed, it is with great sadness I share the news that my father, Ato Rinpoche, died on Guru Rinpoche Day, 18th May 2024, at home, as he had wished.

We are so touched by the many prayers and messages of appreciation and condolence that we have received, thank you.

A special thank you to Dilgo Khyentse Yangsi Rinpoche for coming when we were most in need and bringing such comfort to out family 🙏🏼

I only share our sad news in such a public space because it is easier to reach the many pupils and friends who met him and honour him here.

18/04/2022

My father has had trouble sleeping of late, so many dreams he says. The invasion of Ukraine is churning up the past for him.

So much suffering he says, the poor children.

Why do we humans make the same mistakes over and over? I ask.

This is Samsara he replies.

During the long, hot days of lockdown, my second born started napping again. He’d curl up into my lap after lunch and listen to us talk and drift away. It didn’t matter as there was nowhere to go and no schedule to stick to and we were safe, even though we were living through a pandemic, we were at home.

With the arrival of my third I’d forgotten how this little one had been the baby for so long, with his chubby cheeks and elbow dimples 💔

15/04/2022

Being read to is one of my favourite things. I remember my grandfather as stern and detached but when he read to us, books came alive. My mum and her brothers have inherited this art of story telling.

When my eldest was was little, even before he could talk, if he was feeling nervous or uncertain he would appear by your side with with a book.

My husband jokes that, to lay a trap for our boy you’d just need to leave a book open and no matter what he was doing he’d stop and start to read.

14/04/2022

Musing my return to work and revisiting the long, hot lockdown summer after finally getting some film developed.

Having number three has annihilated me in an all encompassing, gloriously debilitating and intensely immersive way. Lockdown tricked me into thinking that days would stay slow and life would wait while I revisited the hazy early days of motherhood.

13/04/2021

My Dad gave us quite a scare last week but thankfully all is well. At 86 he has been self isolating since last year but despite this he’s never stopped.

In Tibet, the elderly meet at holy places and do kora (circumambulate) they say their prayers, catch up on gossip, watch their grandchildren, turn their prayer wheels and work their way around their mala (rosaries). These activities for both body and mind are a far cry from the stagnant nature of nursing homes here in the UK and I’m sure it keeps them sharp and strong.

My father has never complained about isolating, he actually said it was nothing compared to the 3 year solitary retreat he did aged 18.

His kind, welcoming, gently smiling face has greeted us each time we visit. He has always had a positive nature. To have borne his losses and injuries with such dignity and good humour, his strength in adversity is exceptional and the example of courage.

He has such pride and warmth and love for his family and especially now his grandchildren. He is a gentle and a humble man who loves his family above all and I don’t know what we’d do without him.

18/03/2021

These images are totally unlike the work I am known for, but to me, they are the most important photographs I’ve taken. The love captured in this image, my father’s hands holding my son in a quiet moment, is also him holding me and me holding my son.

I know how lucky we were; for so many it was quite the opposite experience, and I will never forget those incredibly special days.

Featured on It's Nice That today

18/03/2021

Thank you to It's Nice That for profiling the pictures I have been shooting during lockdown.

‘These images are totally unlike the work I am known for, but to me, they are the most important photographs I’ve taken.’

26 March will mark one year since the UK first went into lockdown. To reflect on a momentous year, we asked ten photographers to contribute images that summarise their experience.

14/03/2021

Mum pruning the roses.

We were living with my elderly parents when the UK went into lockdown. Unable to travel to Tibet as we had hoped to, I instead documented simple moments during those long, hot days living at my childhood home and found myself focusing on the precious relationship my boys have with my parents.

Here’s to the Mamas today and everyday 🤍

12/03/2021

The first morning job in a Tibetan kitchen is to get the stove going so tea can be made.

In our area it’s black or milk tea with salt but no butter. Without the tea there’s no breakfast as you need it to make the staple Tsampa; roasted barley flour, butter, churra (a strong dried cheese), tea and, if you’re me, a spoonful of sugar, mixed into a play dough consistency. Delicious and fun to eat!

Tea is a massively important part of Khampa culture. You can’t visit someone’s house without being given a cup of steaming tea to chat over which is never allowed to be more than half empty before it’s filled again.

I always find it strange when you visit someone in the West and they don’t ply you with drinks or if someone refuses a cuppa when they come to my home not that we’ve had that problem recently. I can’t wait for cups of tea and chats again.