The write stuff ..

Well, there's a first! I went to a creative writing workshop this morning, where I was urged to put down a few words as often as I could.
Hang on, that's like writing a  ..

Anyway, in a blatant plug (Now there's a first, Martin) I wanted to show you these photographs. They're from back in the summer and one of the first shoots I did in my new French studio. I've not been able to say anything until now as the pictures were part of a surprise gift to the parents. I'm so pleased with how the studio is working, and delighted with the results I'm getting. Of course, it does help that I was working with two of the most charming little sisters in the whole of Paris. I've now done eight family portrait sessions and was asked last week to book in another one. I was also asked if I could photograph another Wedding next summer. Woohoo ..

Chapter two

 It was a dark and stormy night and, as the wind blew against the  ..

Sorry, just getting in a little writing practice ..
 

Living our dream ..

"Do you fancy living in France?" ..

I couldn't believe it when Lesley asked me that. France? Why would I want to go and live in France? How boring would that be? "Well, I've been looking at houses" she said. "Why don't we just go and visit for a week?

And now we've lived here for a year!

I can't tell you how great it feels to say that. Our first anniversary. Bugger me, we've done it! ..

Yes, a year ago today Lesley and I were making our way down from Calais in a little two-car convoy, both vehicles stuffed to the hilt with books, pans and cocker spaniels. A year on, and we feel completely at home. What we couldn't know as we drove down was that, not only did we buy a house that's perfect for us, but we chose one in a most amazing area. The countryside's fantastic and the people here are brilliant. We've made so many new friends - both French and English .. oh, and American (Hi, Arthur!) - and everybody has been so helpful as we've knuckled down to setting up home here ..

And so much else has happened, too ..

It's great to know what a full four seasons can throw at you over here, having experienced a winter that hit a low of minus seventeen and a scorching summer that seems to have gone on forever. We've had storms that have made the gîte roof leak, followed by a really busy season full of guests. We've converted our garden from a big patch of nothing into a plot with flower beds, hens and sweet corn; we've celebrated a Christmas without commercialism and brought in New Year at a party with pea-shooters (great fun); we've had dinner with the mayor and so many fun nights at our village bar that we've lost count; we've seen chateaux, been canoeing, watched the fields of sunflowers come and go and become contributors to our local monthly magazine. We've both got into the tax and health systems and are picking up more of the lingo every day. Lesley, in fact, is practically fluent and even sings in French at one of the three choirs she's joined. Or is it four? Can't keep count. I know she works at the library and never seems to stop baking and cooking now she has the time. I've put my hand to DIY, and realised I'm quite a dab hand at laying flooring. I've opened a photography studio, written my second book and even shot a wedding here. I cycle practically every day, and our walks around this beautiful countryside are bliss. And did I mention the friends? Our lovely, lovely friends ..

Anyway, can't sit around. I've got window-shutters to paint and a shed roof to repair. I also need to get ready for a slide-show I'm giving on Friday night. Then we're playing croquet with friends this afternoon and we need to get down to catch an annual week-long photography exhibition before it closes on Sunday. We've been invited to a 'do' on Saturday, and on Sunday we're throwing our own little bash to mark this 'momentous occasion ..

Boring it ain't and yes, Lesley, I do fancy living in France. So, let's do another year, and then another, and then another. Living the dream. Lesley's dream? ..

OUR dream!..

    

Sunflower fall ..

The weather always seems to change, right on cue, as August comes to an end. It's like a switch. And even though the thermometer will hit the high 80s again today, it's somehow a different heat - a less fierce, cooler heat! In England I would now be looking at my garden and noticing subtle changes in leaves, and seeds bulging from flowers gone over but, from now on, I'll forever associate the beginning of Autumn with the end of the sunflower season in France. All around are fields and fields of sunflowers  - or, at least, the blackened, shrivelled husks of a former summer splendour - all with their heads hung low as if in sadness at the loss of their looks. And now the farmers are moving in to chop off their heads. It's a hard life. See you next year, you beauties ..

Ps: Right on cue, the farmer cut down the flowers in the field right next to our gîte. The flowers seem to be bowing in submission. I'm reading too much into this. More gin, vicar?

I ain't going nowhere ..

We're in the middle of La Rentrée - the big return to school and work - and, as everyone heads home again, we in the countryside get a sense of things definitely quietening down after the summer. There are certainly fewer English-registered cars in the supermarket car park and Facebook is filling up with posts - already nostalgic - as people look back on their holidays in France ..

Today marks two years to the day that we first set eyes on what was to become our new home and it is as hot here now as it was on that already distant day - the grass as brown, the sun as bright. We were to have many a 'rentrée'  of our own over the following year as we worked to set up home; lots of heart-wrenching 'goodbyes' as we set off for England after brief snatched stays here, but now we have the most wonderful feeling to know that we are going nowhere. We are staying put. We live here. We can have as much France as we want. It is wonderful ..





   

An unexpected arboretum ..

I had an hour to kill yesterday, having left my car for two new tyres in a nearby town called Melle. I walked out of the garage and, barely 200 yards up the street, turned straight into an absolutely stunning arboretum. What an unexpected oasis of calm, and how educational that all the trees were labelled. The scents were delicious, the colours amazing, the dappled sun warming through the leafy canopy. I had the place to myself, which was blissful, relaxing and special. I took a few photographs .. and then I went to Aldi !

A year ago today ..

Well, I know what I was doing this time last year .. I was at the fab Great John Street Hotel in Manchester photographing the Wedding of Emma and Chris .. the last time I ever photographed a Wedding in the UK! Three weeks later we were off to live in France, and it's lovely that that chapter of my life closed on such a lovely high. The August Bank Holiday will forever be associated with that landmark moment and later today I'll raise a glass to the happy couple's first anniversary. I know I've done a hell of a lot of things since that busy Monday but, wow, where did a year go?

Praying hands ..

These hands, seemingly in prayer, are the perfect picture to go with today's blog. The shot was taken exactly two years ago today on the cross-channel ferry that Lesley and I took for our first foray into France and you can be sure that, having hardly ever been to France before, I was definitely saying a little prayer inside ..

I'm now praying hard that the Brextit sh*t storm pans out right or we're all in trouble. Who knows? Our prayers have been answered once ..

World Photography Day .. apparently!

It's World Photography Day, apparently! Not that I'd notice the difference, 'cos it's always World Photography Day where I am! As in, I think the world of photography and photography has taken me round the world. Let's face it, photography is my world. Has been since 1974. How lucky I am that my school started a camera club, and how lucky I am that I didn't listen to my careers teacher when I told him I wanted to be a photographer. "Be realistic," he told me, a pitying tone to his voice. It's 40 years since I became a professional photographer. Thanks for the encouragement, Mr McBean ..

Today's shot? Glad you asked. It's my little doll Minnie, atop a marker post at the equator about 3am during a bus-ride through Malaysia. One of the shots from my forthcoming slide-show ..   

In the spotlight ..

I love taking photographs, and I love to have them seen. Photography is all about communicating, after all. It's also, for me, about entertaining, which is also why I love to write and why this blog has been going so long. I can tell how successful any piece has been because the 'system' offers me statistics - amazing facts about the numbers of readers, and their locations, and what they had for lunch. (Maybe not that last bit!) With photography it's a little bit harder. If I put a photograph onto Facebook - which I do with relish and great regularity - I generally have no idea how 'viewed' it is. Unless I get a 'like' or a comment I have no way of knowing if it's been seen - or enjoyed (or worse). It was a real delight therefore to have a lovely chap I know (Hello B) come up to me yesterday and say, out of the blue, how much he loved seeing my photographs online. "Do keep putting them up there," he said. I certainly shall B, and thank you so much for giving me such a vote of confidence ..

It's my old modelling partner Minnie who's back in the spotlight next. I'm delighted to have been offered an evening at our village 'salle de fête' - or community hall - to give a slide-show of her trip around the world. It freaks me out to think it's 27 years since she and I went back-packing together but lovely to give her another chance to show off her holiday snaps. Here she is, the old sun-worshipper, on the beach in Tahiti.

September 21st, if you're knocking about ..  

It gladdens an old man's heart ..

I had yet another photo-shoot in the studio this morning, and went into it with a spring in my step. The reason? A family I photographed recently chose this image as the picture they wanted for their wall. It gladdens an old man's heart to have something a little more 'quirky' selected by a client.
I hope it happens more often ..

Simpler times ..

This photograph is getting on for 45 years old! It was my idea of art when I was 13 or fourteen years old. Taken on a Kodak Instamatic that I think may have been forgotten about in my Mum's sideboard, it shows my brother and sister being 'held' by one of our friends from down the street. I was at the start of my interest in photography and just five years from getting my first job as a professional photographer. The gorgeous cherry tree on the left is now cut down, people have paved over these gardens and now, instead of the one car you can see, the street is chock full of them. We knew who lived in every one of the houses you can see here, and played marbles and football and conkers and hide and seek with no knowledge of supposed 'perverts' or danger of hurting ourselves or fear of being run over. We even played on the railway banking that can be seen behind the houses at the rear and I can still hear the sound of the grasshoppers that lived there in the summer. And the lad in the middle? Dead from drugs a mere 15 years later. Innocence gone. RIP KC ..

The swing of things ..

I shot my first ever Wedding in France yesterday. In French!..

It went really well and my mixture of stuttering lingo and lots of pointing meant I left last evening with 1, 200 images under my belt. It's been almost exactly a year .. a YEAR .. since I last photographed a Wedding, so it's lovely to be back in the swing of things at last. I'm also swinging round to a house near Poitiers later this week to photograph it for an estate agent, and then I'm swinging back to my studio for another family photo-session next weekend. Je suis très content!!..

New Day Dawns ..

It's New Year's Day for me! For years I've used an academic diary to plan my days - and their year finishes on July 31st - so it was a funny old morning as I closed the book on 2017/18 and opened my new brand new 18/19 diary this morning. I say funny when I actually mean nostalgic, because 'last year's' diary opened onto a month that was full of preparation for our move to France. It's fascinating to look back and see what we were up to as we packed our lives into cardboard boxes last August ..

There was excitement, and nerves, and a mega sense of things rushing towards us. At the same time as we were gearing up to leave the UK, I was trying to get my house in order to enable me to rent it out. There are one-word entries like 'Carpets' and 'Skip' and 'Burglar alarm' .. (ok, that's two) as I got everything ready for tenants, and there are entries like 'Phone Tristan' (French plumber) and 'Book Rob' (French TV installers) and 'Speak to Emma' .. the last bride whose Wedding I photographed in England. Yes, it was manic ..

And today? New Year's Day? Bliss! 30 degrees, and a leisurely day getting the gîte ready for tonight's arrival. (They've just arrived, by the way, and what bloody lovely people they are.) Who'd have thought it would all settle down so quickly? This afternoon I was working on a few pix ('Cos it's far too hot to go out!!) when I got an email saying we'd had a gîte booking - for three weeks - next summer. The lady has just been over to France and was so keen to get her next visit sorted that she went straight online and booked a trip. All this as I dust off my f1.8 because .. I'm photographing a Wedding on Saturday! Oh man, who'd have thought?

Yes, it looks like it's definitely going to be a 'Happy New Year'! Season's Greetings, one and all  ..

 

Going back in time ..

Another whole week spent working on my new (French) website, and I'm delighted to say I've finally got my 'Archives' page up and running. I'm really proud of this collection of documentary shots, taken mostly with an Olympus XA 35mm camera in the early 80s. We went everywhere together, that camera and I ..

Anyway, take a look. See what you think ..

He's back!

Just when I thought I'd retired .. I launch a brand-new web-site and start offering photo-shoots and beautiful prints for sale. Well, ya gotta have a project!..

Yes, I'm back in business as 'Photography In France' and have a great new site for everyone to check out. (Click here to do just that!!) I'll be selling images from my Florescence series, as well as from my black and white archive and my music photography. I'm also offering a photo-retouching and restoration service, and a new series of landscape photographs ..

Also in the mix is the offer of a free portrait shoot, now that I have my little studio up and running at last. I've already shot my third set of family portraits, with another two bookings in the diary for next month. Ah, it's just like old times ..

It's all coming back to me ..

This weekend was my first visit to the UK since November of last year, and it seems that nothing changes. I was going to write a blog about some of the things of which I was reminded .. you know, all the .. er, overweight people, all the tattoos, the self-checkout tills that tell you to 'wait for assistance' and all those orange-faced girls with false eye-lashes .. but I decided I wouldn't bitch and just stick with my old favourite ..

So, yes folks, it seems it is still not the done thing to drive on the inside lane of an English motorway. Oh England, I've not missed you ..

A very Bon Weekend indeed ..

It's a habit I cannot kick, so this weekend saw me back at RAF Fairford for the annual Royal International Air Tattoo. The fact that, this year, I actually had to get there from France, with all the driving, flying and bed and breakfasts that involved, didn't put me off one jot. It was another great show and scorchio weather made it all worthwhile. I even made it back to a bar in Poitiers in time to catch the second half of France's victorious world cup match. All that and it started to rain once I got home, meaning I didn't even have to water the garden. Bliss. Ah, if Carlsberg did weekends ..

(Click to see larger shots ..)

Bumpkin!

How do you know when you live in the countryside? When you can take these two shots, one after the other, from exactly the same spot on your back porch! Not bad for a 'townie' from Eccles!

Happy Birthday, Dad ..

I always used to think I looked like my Mum, but putting these two shots together has made me realise I might have been wrong. Here's my Dad - aged about 45 - and a shot of me - er, just a likkle bit older - that was taken yesterday for a National Library Day event here in France. I've turned into my Dad. Good grief ..

I was looking for a shot of good ol' Joe as it's his birthday today, and I wanted to mark the moment. Happy Birthday Dad .. you'd have been 85 today, you old fart!

(Ps: I'm the one on the right!)

Oh, baby ..

It's been a long time since I wrote about portrait photography, so I'm delighted to be able to show you this photograph and say  .. my new studio is up and running!

Some friends popped in yesterday for a quick shoot  .. and a chance for me to get my bearings again after a gap of so long. I thought it was appropriate that my first photographs were of a new-born and I'm really happy with the way things went. Oh, baby .. it feels good!