Ferries: brilliant.
The view from the bus. You will look at my holiday snaps, and you'll bloody well enjoy them.
The cyclocrossers out there may be wondering why I wasn't at the Herne Hill race, which turned out to be exactly as muddy as I wanted it to be the last time I was out shooting. The answer is sadly rather mundane. I was on a day trip to the Isle of Wight visiting the home and studio of one Julia Margaret Cameron, a portrait photographer from the 1840s onwards who was rather ahead of her time. Great day out and all, but shame about the cross.
The Tour of Mumbai, eh? Well now that is interesting…
