three kinds of sunshine   

There's something about living away from home that, for me, presentsa constant search for myplace, the little piece in the giant puzzle where Ifit in. I'm not just talking about the role that I play. Although it's no doubt true that working or volunteering can give you...

This morning I swam a mile in the Caribbean sea. Through clear shallows over white waves ofsand and into the deep blue, gliding over a silent coral world. There was a small group of us today and as we stood on the sand looking out at the horizon where the sea darkened...

52 Barbados: a weekly photographic record of each of my children in 2015, the year we're living in Barbados. Week #6

We have this incredible natural wonder on our doorstep. The Caribbean Ocean. It still takes my breath away. When I step out of our gate and walk tow...

One of my new year's resolutions is to take a portrait of each of my three children, every week throughout 2015, the year we're living in Barbados. It's something that I've always wanted to do, but it's also about noticing and recording the effect our environment here...

I wake up thinking of England. Of my family and friends. Sometimes I feel so far away and get caught up in thoughts of what we've gained - and lost - by spending a few years of our lives here. Getting out (if I can, if it's early enough and Alex is here) helps. A lot....

Our Saturday or Sunday morning ritual. Wake early (always - by Oscar). Make some improvised muffins while Alex sorts out the kids. Pack a bag with a flask of coffee, juice, the baked muffins, towels and beach toys.

We put Iris in the pushchair and make our way out of t...