The statue is one of my oldest shots and it is from the grave of a young girl who died just over 180 years ago. She was buried in the graveyard where I shot her on top of a mountain in South Wales. The church there is about 600 years old and it is attached to the older tower built in the 11^th century. She lies in the shadow of a yew tree, one of a few left from a semicircle facing east and which was probably a site of worship for the ancient Druids. The elements have taken their toll on her arm and the last time I saw her she was lying on the ground.

The next photo is of a rock face about halfway up the Canigou mountain in the Pyrenees range on the French/Spanish frontier. The clouds arrived ten minutes before I did and as I was foolishly unprepared for mountain climbing I shot and got.

At the base of the Canigou is a medieval walled village called Villefranche sur Conflet and I thought that this little lane could be straight out of a Quake level.

If you have never climbed rocks or even wanted to then this photo is not for you. Again, about halfway up the Canigou this sad, lonely structure was just asking to be ascended. Needles to say I have yet to return with chocks and ropes. As these rocks spend approximately eight months a year covered in snow they are usually changed beyond recognition the next time you see them.

A vineyard in the South Of France just before an early evening thunderstorm. Behind me the sky was pure black and the air was charged with static. One of the few times it was worth stopping the car for a photo.

A seaside port on the Mediterranean coast near Spain on a hot summers day.

A cool stream of freshly defrosted water to quench your thirst whilst climbing the Canigou. Came in very handy on the way back down, as I did not have any ice for the whisky.

This is the highest point of the Canigou that is accessible by car (Landrover etc) unless you tow it by helicopter. Motorbikes can go a bit further but usually come unstuck at the log crossing the stream. It is time to get out of your car!

If you look closely you can see a building halfway up the cliff and it was built by a hermit. He is long gone now and it is just as well because it is one of the biggest tourist traps for miles around. Access is through a tunnel from the top of the gorge.

If you look closely at the bottom of this snap you will see that a careless fool has left his camera bag there. It is at times like this I am glad I use Adobe Photoshop. Click here to make the camera bag disappear.

Tower Bridge, London by night. It was actually twilight which made the shot a lot easier to take

In the Pyrenees, refuges like the one shown, are common and very useful in bad weather. A stone hut with fireplace and you can survive.

A gorge near Carcassone, South of France. Got my feet wet taking this one. All in the line of duty.

One of my brother's cars, a Mark Two Ford Granada with no roof outside the Ford factory in Dagenham. Click to see more cars on his web site.

Further up the aforementioned gorge

The walled cité of Carcassone, South of France