Time is a funny thing. It races by when you're busy and drags when you're not. Which means that there is never enough of it in the right places, and far too much in the wrong ones - or so it seems. All of which in esence means, I have not been out with my camera in far too long, and I miss it. And to be honest, there is no excuse; I've allowed myself to lose sight of the things that really make me alive, and accepted pale substitutes. If I can't make time for the things I love, no-one else will...
Countdown to Falklands trip: 180 days to go
