All the people who have volunteered to take part in these photographic essays have a story to tell. I am extremely grateful for their time and co-operation and hope that, between us, we have captured a small part of who they are in the portraits and accompanying words.
Foiled again
And your point is? Loughborough is not known as the center of the world as far as the fencing community…
Left, right, left, right, left, right. etc.
Leave no stone unturned Tim, twelve this year, is obsessed with creepy crawlies. The old English nursery rhyme "slugs and…
Classic Alun
A life on the open road What is it about men and machines? We just can't leave well enough alone…
Not for the feint hearted
Fencing from seven to seventy For most five year olds, being shown a history book with some fencers in it,…
Oh, an actor’s life for me
Spotlight on Louise The first tentative steps under the glare of the footlights for Louise were in ballet productions during…
Left hand, right brain.
So what's a young boy to do? Eight years old and a well meaning relative hands you a beaten up…
