Clare Ainsworth Photography

17/12/2025

A moody day at Stirling Castle, where fog clings to ancient stone and time feels suspended.
Every step through the mist felt like breathing through something unspoken.

This is the Scotland I keep returning to: mesmerising skies, quiet strength, and places that hold space while you heal…
Ancient. Spiritual. Pure magic.

21/08/2025

Beneath the grey sky of East Lothian, the Avro Vulcan rests.
Its paint is chipped, its body weathered, yet it still commands silence.

Once a shadow of power in the Cold War skies, now a monument of steel and memory.

Standing before it, I felt both awe and unease, as if the air itself remembered the thunder of its engines.

Through the lens, I tried not just to capture a machine, but the echo of an era.

20/08/2025

The Spanish Air and Space Force’s Eurofighter Typhoon with RAF Red Arrow

30/07/2025

When the tail art is as fierce as the jet!… Spanish Airforce, 142 Squadron Eurofighter Typhoon showing off its wild side!

28/07/2025

27/07/2025

I’m still completely overwhelmed… Meeting the Red Arrows was one of the most unforgettable moments of my life.

I’ve admired them for as long as I can remember, not just for the breathtaking displays and jaw-dropping precision, but for what they represent: excellence, dedication, teamwork, and pride. To see them up close, and to actually meet the people behind the red suits, the pilots, the engineers, the ground crew, was genuinely emotional.

They were kind, warm, humble, and so generous with their time. I walked away feeling inspired, uplifted, and honestly a little speechless. These are real-life heroes who make the impossible look effortless, and they do it with such grace and humility.

Thank you to the whole Red Arrows team, for the magic you bring to the skies, and for the kindness you show on the ground. I’ll never forget it ❤️✈️

22/07/2025

Witnessing the Eurofighter Typhoon at RIAT, what a beast! 🔥

Caught the Eurofighter Typhoon in action at this year’s Royal International Air Tattoo, and wow, it did not disappoint. The sheer power, speed, and agility of this jet are just unreal. You feel it before you even see it, that roar cuts through the sky like thunder.

From knife-edge passes to vertical climbs that seem to defy gravity, the Typhoon put on a display that reminded everyone why it’s one of the most advanced multi-role fighters in the world. Pure precision meets brute force.

Massive respect to the pilot for pushing the jet to its limits and making it look effortless. And hats off to everyone behind the scenes who make these displays possible, absolute professionals.

RIAT never fails to deliver, but the Typhoon definitely stole the show for me.

30/06/2025

She rests beneath a sky she once ruled. Delta Golf, the Concorde of Brooklands, warmed by golden sun, kissed by blue skies.

Her wings are clipped now, grounded in stillness, but you can still hear the echo of thunder in her silence. A queen of the clouds, forever graceful.

Up close, every curve tells a story. Of speed, of elegance, of dreams once airborne.

She may no longer fly, but she still soars; in memory, in legacy,and in the hearts of all who stand in her shadow.

25/06/2025

It's been a while.

I've been quiet on here lately - not because l've had nothing to say, but because l've been living.

The last year has been one of the hardest chapters of my life. A series of health scares and deep personal struggles took a toll not only on my physical wellbeing, but also on my mental health. There were days I wasn't sure how to keep going, let alone how to keep creating.

But in the quiet moments, I made a promise to myself: That no matter what came my way, I would learn to love my life again. Not just to dream of joy — but to seek it, to create it, in every small and beautiful way I could.

So l started taking little solo adventures. One by one, they've been stitching something back together inside me. Each roadtrip becomes more than a journey — it's a way to stand taller in my soul, to heal my inner child, to rediscover my spark and to fall back in love with the world through my lens.

Flight has always filled me with a deep sense of wonder and childlike excitement.

All those I've met through the world of aviation — pilots like Emma Henderson, Les Brodie, Colin Morris, Mike Bannister and Flt Lt Bob Dewey (to name just a few), as well as wonderful engineers and cabin crew, have been some of the most down-to-earth, generous, and genuinely inspiring people I've ever had the privilege to meet. There's a rare kind of humility and passion in the skies, and it's been an honour to be welcomed into that world, even just as a wide-eyed visitor with a camera and a dream.

This year, as well as attending my first ever air shows, I gave myself the challenge of visiting every Concorde here in the UK. So last weekend, I set off for Brooklands Museum.

It took 6 hours in a 30 degree heatwave but honestly... it was one of the best days of my life.Sipping champagne aboard the aircraft that instantly stole my heart, meeting the legendary Mike Bannister, and standing beneath the wings of history — I felt joy.

Real, soul-deep joy.It reminded me why I pick up my camera.Not just to capture what I see, but to remember how it felt. To tell stories of resilience, adventure, and awe. To live with passion.

Here's to more of that.And if you're in a season where the light feels far away — I hope you find small moments that bring you back to yourself. I hope you go chasing what sets your soul on fire.

We're still here. And we're still creating. That, to me, is everything.

02/06/2025

🇬🇧 My First Airshow – Midlands Air Festival 2025 🇬🇧… A weekend I’ll carry with me forever.

This was my first time at an airshow, and I don’t think anything could have prepared me for the emotions that came with it. The Midlands Air Festival wasn’t just a display of aircraft — it was a celebration of history, engineering, passion, and pride.

Seeing the Spitfires and the mighty Lancaster bomber take to the skies gave me chills. The sound of those engines, the weight of their history, and the pride they represent — it brought a lump to my throat. There’s something deeply moving about watching these icons of the RAF fly in formation, a tribute to the bravery and legacy of those who came before us.

And then… the Red Arrows. What can I say? I’ve looked up to them for as long as I can remember, and seeing them for the first time was electric. Precision, power, elegance — pure RAF excellence.

Every pilot I watched that weekend — from solo aerobatics to formation teams, flew with astonishing control, bravery, and skill.

Capturing those moments through my lens felt like a privilege. I’ve put together a reel capturing just a glimpse of the magic from that weekend (photo’s to follow).

Next up: RIAT in July — and I’m ready.