I live in the small village of Little Paxton, just outside St. Neots in Cambridgeshire. When not shooting weddings I’m either being bossed around by my two rescue cats, Monty and Charlie, listening to music from my slowly expanding vinyl collection, playing tennis, watching a Liverpool game on TV or trying to not kill another Peace Lily by either over or under watering it (still not 100% sure what I'm doing wrong there...).
I’m also a bit of a board games nerd and love a good pub quiz.
My main passion though is photography and travel. I take any opportunity to go on adventure and I always have my camera with me.
Current countries visited on my travels include Brazil, Uruguay, Argentina, Dominican Republic, Mexico, Australia, New Zealand, Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, Ghana, a three month solo road trip across the USA (the giant road map I took with me and marked out my route is proudly up o the wall in front room)and several trips in Europe from aurora hunting and whale watching in Norway to Christmas in Budapest. The highlight so far has definitely been riding a motorbike solo across Vietnam from Ho Chi Minh City to Hanoi in February 2018. No mean feat considering the first time I’d ever ridden a motorbike was when I rode out of the hire place onto the manic streets of Ho Chi Minh!
I'm often known to drop Simpsons references into conversations and my office helpers are both named after Homer Simpson's boss at the Springfield power plant: Mr Burns (full name Charles Montgomery Burns). Because they are really the ones in charge and, lets face it, all cats are a little bit evil.
When I moved into my current house in 2019 I knew I wanted some company and it was very much love at first sight when I went to Woodgreen Animal Shelter and saw two brothers in desperate need of a good home. Pablo & Merlin had just turned 5 and had been living in fairly squalid conditions without regular access to food or given flea treatment and not shown any real affection. Both were very skinny, had very sad eyes and didn't like to be touched. Merlin would bully his brother and steal his food. Merlin was also allergic to flea bites and was covered in scabs and lashed out with his claws very quickly. Pablo was terrified of his own shadow and hid away from people in any tight space he could find. They needed a fresh start with a new home and new names.
It took some time for them to feel comfortable in their new surroundings. Charlie (Pablo) spent most daylight hours cowering in a tight space next to the water heater while Monty (Merlin) would scratch me at random moments. After 3-4 months you could start to see them feel at ease and slowly they grew to be comfortable and happy.
Fast forward to 2026 and they are very different cats. Charlie is not the smartest boy. I'm convinced he running on single digit brain cells. He has found some confidence thankfully (he’s still a bit timid) and while no longer hides next to the water heater from time to time he does still like to sleep under the bed out of the way. I'll often think he's out and then he'll randomly appear from under the bed or from inside a draw he's pulled open. He also loves to sit on my lap for 5 minutes before jumping off and then coming back 10 minutes later on a repeat cycle. Monty has softened up a bit and is now happy to be given a fuss and his claws rarely make an appearance these days. In the last couple of years he's taken to climbing onto the bed and sleeping next to my pillow. During the winter his mane grows out and he looks very regal, but thankfully it sheds in the summer so he’s not suffering in the heat. He's very much the boss of the house, keeping his brother in check and still stealing his food if I don't stop him, the fat little chonker.
I’m probably too generous with the treats but I feel like they’ve earned a bit of pampering.
While she was ill I looked back through our family photographs and realised that this is one of only 3 photos of us together that were taken while I was an adult and the last one before this one was 10 years earlier. I had also rarely taken any photos of her myself. It really hit me hard how many pictures I had taken with my phone or a disposable camera over the years and not thought to photograph my own mother much. Looking back through my own photos I’d realised I’d taken so many meaningless and pointless photos and that I needed to start taking more meaningful photos and I brought a ‘proper’ camera for my travels around New Zealand and Australia and I was instantly hooked with taking photos.
When I came home I kept my camera with me around family and friends and started taking more meaningful pictures of the important people in my life. I quickly found a passion for documentary people photography. I enjoyed it so much I wanted to do more of it, and this led me directly into the world of photographing weddings. A whole day where two people gather all the important people in their lives for a big party, where they want to create a lot of meaningful memories, a wedding is a documentary photographer’s dream.
In the last 10 years I’ve photographed over 300 weddings. Being trusted with the memories of so many couples is a huge honour and that is not something that ever escapes me when I turn up to each wedding. Not having enough photos of my mum is a driving force at every wedding to capture people’s personalities and ensure my couples have a real record of the key people in their lives and produce something that will become a real family legacy.
My photography journey really starts with this moment below, although I didn't know it at the time. This is me and my mum at the London Olympics in August 2012. It's not a great photo. The light is not flattering on our faces, it's a bit blurry and we're stood awkwardly holding bags. But this photo means a lot to me as it's the last photo taken of the two of us together.
Just over a year after this she was diagnosed with an advanced and aggressive brain tumour. A year later, she died.