27/10/2026
Some photographs you remember with your eyes. Others you remember with your skin.
This one feels hot.
A sun-baked wall in Marrakesh, shuttered windows, that incredible red, and a shadow so sharp you can almost tell what time of day it was.
Meanwhile, back in Cumbria, the rain is horizontal and winter appears to have arrived without asking.
So today I’m feeling the pull of wanderlust and travelling by photograph.
Where would you go back to right now if you could step into one of your pictures?