… And they have been for quite some time!
Over the past 10 years I’ve spent a huge amount of time driving up and down the A82 or the A9 from Glasgow, each trip providing great adventures and fond memories of the Scottish Highlands, but the journey back down the road has never been as exciting as the anticipation of heading north to the hills!
Glasgow has been an amazing place to call home, but I’ve always found city life quite hectic at the best of times and claustrophobic at the worst; I’m a country lad, running around fields rolling the farmers straw bales down the hill, or terrorising an outdoor centre whilst my dad was out instructing kayaking is how I spent childhood weekends. It has been no surprise to friends and family that I’m moving to the Highlands, to be closer to the landscape and outdoor culture that has always been part of my life; I’m much happier when my doorstep looks out on hills to roam, rivers to paddle and trails to ride! Grown-up playgrounds.
From a photographic point of view I’m most inspired when surrounded by a rugged landscape, fresh air and a firm breeze. So needless to say I feel like a kid in a candy shop looking out onto what is now my “back yard”. Being out on the hill and on the water is what has always energised me to push myself and do more; I don’t think I’ve ever come home without a new idea or the desire to take a challenge further, and I look forward to doing this day in day out.
There is a bigger plan unfolding, as the move north is the start of a new chapter, and I’d say I’m more excited than ever!