I hadn't taken photographs for ten years and I wasn't yet into birds. So I focused the lens of a borrowed camera (thanks Mike and Karen) on the things I wanted to remember, no matter how small or seemingly mundane. The images became a visual diary.
Those hours often found me striding through the hills when night fell. I'd eventually lose my nerve beat a hasty retreat to the warmth and security of the house. In those hours I might only ever see one person... sometimes no one. It felt vast.