Firstly, am severely Dyslexic and have a fear of writing.

Born in Bristol to Welsh parents. We moved to Hemel Hempstead in 1962, where my parents went into teaching. On the outside my life was fantastic. Our neighbourhood  ran parallel to the "The Nicky line" railway, which  was the border onto open countryside. Here we had  the freedom to go anywhere, play anywhere. This was mainly war games, English against the Germans. Loved it!

 I came into photography at the age of 11. I was sent off to Boys Bridge Camp, in North Wales armed with a brown suitcase, in which amongst other things was a Brownie Camera. I still have these photos that I took with that camera on that trip! It’s amazing I took any at all as I seemed to remember being home sick most of the time on that trip! Although I was not so home sick when I went off to Wales again 22 years later, this time in the south, to study Documentary Photography at Newport Art College. This course was regarded as one of the best in the world and I was so proud to be there. They were the best years of my life. Before this I  studied photography at Barnfield College Luton, for two years. This was so I could get the qualifications needed for university.

Born in the fifties, like Sting, life was, well at school anyway, a bit difficult, more impossible to be precise. I am very Dyslexic. When a skinny little creative boy gets behind at school, well for me anyway, you mess about. I messed about for about 10 years. Having had enough of me messing about they throw me out at the age of 15. They taught me I was a failure, they taught me I was not fit to dig roads and I would never achieve anything after school. I believed them; it was true. Well 1 add 1 = 2 that’s right, isn't it?

By the time I was 16 I worked on building sites cleaning toilets and driving a massive tractor which was great fun.

Ten years later, I was a self-employed Roof tiler. Money, I earnt doing this, financed my mountaineering trips and a six-month trip backpacking around the world, (well a lot of it). It was meeting all the people and the seeing all the sights of world beauty, inspired me to apply to study my passion of photography, on my return to the U.K.

After my photography course interview at Luton College, driving home, I broke down crying. Crying so much I could not see where I was driving. The reason for this? For the first time in my life, I had been noted for what I can do and not constantly criticised for what I could not do. My Greatest day!!

On graduating, my planned photography adventures turned into adventures of fatherhood as along came Rosie Anwen. Our first of three children.