Photography

Slimbridge – 2019

Westonbirt – 2018

Westonbirt, The National Arboretum, nestled deep in the heart of the Cotswolds, will forever hold a special place in my heart. My family has visited the arboretum since I was in a pushchair, and I have many a fond memory exploring the maze of trees.

India – 2017

In 2017 I made my first trip to India, the home of my maternal family, with my mother and Nani (grandmother). We spent our first week exploring Delhi, the pollution bathed home of India’s capital. The city is alive from dawn to dusk with Tuk Tuks, food vendors lining the streets, stray dogs, crowded market squares, henna artists and much more besides.

We escaped the chaos of Delhi in the second week with a trip to Udaipur, a breathtaking honeymoon destination nestled within rolling hills. “The City of Lakes” is the perfect destination for anyone wanting to visit India without experiencing the anarchy of the more populated cities.

The final week was, undoubtedly, the most precious. The week was split between Munnar and Kochi, nestled deep in the south of the country. Munnar, mountains painted with lush greenery, spice farms dotted beneath the forest’s canopy, and fauna thriving in every nook and cranny. It was one of the most beautiful places I have ever visited. Kochi was an extension of the beauty, long rivers lined with trees held some of the most beautiful birds I have ever seen in the wild.

The difference between the north and south is vast. The north I found to be more chaotic, more desperate to develop and as such, more built up than the south. The south of the country is much more agricultural, the people are traditional, relaxed, and happy to continue living as their forefathers have.

Morocco – 2016

In 2016 we returned once again to Morocco, this time for a relaxation focused holiday and not an adventure through the mountains. For most of the holiday we explored the local cities, venturing out to Casablanca on our last day to see the breathtaking Hassan II Mosque.

Morocco – 2015

In 2015 I returned to Morocco, with my father and brother in tow. After three days relaxing in Azemmour, at the riad of a close friend, we departed for a 10 day road trip through the Atlas Mountains, and what an adventure it was. From sheer rock cliffs inches away from our car tyres, to villages carved out of stone, it was an experience I will cherish for a long time.

Morocco – 2014

In 2014 I visited Marrakech, Morocco for the first time, and it was love at first sight. Our residence for the week was the beautiful Riad Dar Les Cigognes, nestled among the palace’s outer walls. If you wander a few minutes from the Riad, through the maze of salmon walls, you arrive in the Medina. A vast square jam packed with snake charmers, orange juice sellers, tradesmen selling everything from spices, to rugs, to knock-off Chanel purses. It is the most wonderful chaos, exciting all the senses with the music, bright colours and the air filled with spices and musk.

Memorable holiday moment: My father, step-mother and I were ambling around the city when a group of older gentleman, sunning themselves outside a small cafe, hailed the attention of my father. Having averted our gaze, one gentleman spoke up, “I’ll give you three-thousand camels for her”, he said, gazing briefly at me. We were not taken by surprise at the statement, as my father had already been offered 4 camels and 3 chickens, but more by the amount of camels on the table. “If you can show me the camels, you can have her”, I looked indignantly at him but couldn’t help but break into laughter as he began to grow excited about the prospect of taking over the world with his camel army.

*I do feel I should add that my father was joking and would never sell me for any amount of camels…I think.

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