📝 Field Notes from my Camper-van-camino: The Churches of Romney Marsh
I stand and watch the Kentish rag rise up from the dull nights refrain and prick out lines and glyphs that are older than the church itself.
Architectural Photographer in a time-travelling camper van. 📸🚐🏛️ Architecture, Travel, History, Place, Material Culture.
I stand and watch the Kentish rag rise up from the dull nights refrain and prick out lines and glyphs that are older than the church itself.
And thus I have found myself in a career where attentiveness is a necessary prerequisite. In the years since I started out, something has gradually washed over me - and through me - like wine through water.
What really matters here is the act of moving toward something — light, renewal, coherence — even when the destination remains undefined.
All of this sits with me as I walk on through the rain towards St Bartholomew’s. What is it with the veneration of old bones? Perhaps we’re not seeking proof at all, but orientation – a way of touching the values Alfred’s story seemed to hold.
The infographic above offers a snapshot of that journey so far: hundreds of posts, photographs, field notes, early starts, long walks, cold hands, unexpected friendships, and moments of stillness shared across time.
The following itinerary is a great way to explore Canterbury - each building I visit is connected by streets full of wonderful architecture.
A chance to own a limited edition print of the the Sea of Steps at Wells, leading up to the Chapter House.
If ever there is a testament to a work of art, it is when it makes our digital dystopia (and the devices associated with it) evaporate into the ether.
If I could have a love affair with a place it would be Ilkley.
✨ Wondering why I ask for support?
An Anxiety of Memberships