Gallery Intro

Whilst I consider London my home town, the roll of my heart is with our rural lands. Oh to lay in a sunny flower meadow surrounded by a menargerie of deeply loved animals, the Curlews and Oyster Catchers calling in the distance... 

What more could a soul ask?

Yet how few of us still understand the nature of the beast?

Should we blame Paris Hilton, Health & Safety or a ruthless Agricultural Industry? It's true, if I could help change anything; our common treatment and the contemporary spiritual ignorance exalted over the Animal Kingdom might be a very good place to start...

When it comes to the animals I've loved; it is from the horses and dogs, cattle, sheep, cat's, pig's, chickens and bantums that I've known, that I've learnt my life's greater lessons. Carrying the scars of my mistakes; in all the years I've known the presence of animals in my life, I know only that every scar I carry is from when I got it wrong, where I misunderstood or at first just didn't understand. 

My OM, the English Thoroughbred and the English Pointer....

Portraying my Englishness, or the spirited aggility of my same sensitivities? I'm not sure, but with these breed's I lay my hat and my love. Their gift to me, the far greater privilege of learning how to gently speak 'their silent language.'  

Alas, as with most souls on this planet; most of the Animal Kingdom want their freedom back too...