I caught this one on a warm Saturday night in Katowice a few years ago. Somewhere on the Mariacka strip where every other doorway is a bar and the pavement is essentially a parade route. Five women in a loose flying-V, the bride-to-be in white on the right with a tiara, a veil and a…

Window seats earn their keep on flights like this one. We were somewhere north of Lisbon, climbing north towards Ireland, when the sun decided to put on a show off the right-hand side of the aircraft. The horizon went from a deep, almost bruised red, up through that signature aviation orange, and finally settled into…

Valencia in late October had just been rinsed by a quick shower, and the pavement was still glossy when this little party walked past me. The two women had gone all-in on the traje de flamenca. The ruffles stacked like waves, fresh blooms pinned into their hair, and a peach-coloured shawl folded neatly over one…

A man on a bench at Coventry station, fully absorbed in his newspaper while everyone else strides past with suitcases and rucksacks, making for the platform. He’s wearing a shirt, shorts, and a shoulder bagwhose strap cuts across his chest. A huge Paul Hollywood stares down from an advert for the “only baking book you’ll…

I spotted her first, then the bush, then the coincidence. Walking through Palafrugell one July afternoon, I saw this lady carrying her shopping bag back from the market. I kept the frame cropped tight: no face, just arm, fabric, and the tanned, weathered hand holding a shopping bag off to the side. This is probably…

I stopped halfway across the Millennium Bridge and pointed the camera north, which turned out to be the same thing roughly nine thousand other people were doing that afternoon. I looked behind me and there was another group of tourists with their phones raised taking much the same photo I have here. St. Paul’s Cathedral…

Several years ago I’d been wandering around the narrow streets of Palafrugell’s old town when I came across the Sant Martí de Palafrugell and I loved to see it in the early morning light. The sky was perfectly clear which isn’t great but the surrounding streets were quiet and it seemed appropriate. Everything was still….

A storm was rapidly approaching but the sun was still shining when I took this. Moments later the dark clouds in the background had blown over, leaving some of us drenched, and then it was bright and sunny again.

This is what Chinatown in London looks like on a Saturday evening in July. A sea of tourists as far as the eye can see, which isn’t very far unless you’re tall.

Look, I’m not saying Burger King has started its own airline, but the evidence is right there in the photograph. The King of the Burger was coming to visit.

The sky was mostly clear on the morning I visited Salinas del Carmen in Fuerteventura with Finbarr. The sky grew brighter quickly and within moments what was dark was a lovely glow. It didn’t last long, and suddenly the day had begun.

I was looking out the window, about to take a photo when I spotted a man carrying a suitcase. He’d probably just arrived, but he’d missed breakfast. Pretty decent breakfast too.