The Eriba Heads to Skye

April 13, 2025

With the itch to move on and get the caravan back on the road, we found ourselves booking a few nights in a small, five pitch motorhome stopover before we moved to our new permanent pitch. A good opportunity to have a few nights and days to just exist, explore some beaches, and spend some time doing nothing.

It feels very good to be able to photograph lochs and mountains again, and I instantly feel more creative being in a new area. Also, I’m still blown away by how much I love the photos that come from my point & shoot camera. It’s a canon sure shot that I picked up from Cameras By Max and it’s a little corker. It was even recently dropped from a pretty great height (for something the size of a wallet anyways) and it has lived to tell the tale, and document my move up to the Isle of Skye,

An Opportunity to Start

April 06, 2025

I think the more popular my accounts became on other social media apps, the less I documented my life on film. Instead going for the quicker, instant iPhone photo. It’s a shame… I’ve had a good few tiny vehicle homes over the past few years and I wished I’d started some sort of series on them from the beginning.

There’s no use crying over it now though, when I can simply just start.

My current home, the 90s Eriba caravan, is in a new spot on the Isle of Skye, and with a fresh start, comes the opportunity to start a new series.

Coming soon.

Maida's Cottage

March 30, 2025

Through the chaos of preparing for a move and a job change for my husband, we decided to disappear west for a few days to a little cottage I found listed online. A bit of a nightmare to find (we eventually realised we had to squeeze through a tiny gap between a house and a big horse box and we’d emerge onto a track behind) but once you’re there, you feel completely alone.

An adorable little home, quaintly furnished with homely touches. These types of places are my favourite to stay in… not overly curated, not trying to perfect in any way. An honest, traditional house. There was no tv, no wifi, barely any phone signal. Just the cottage and the hills behind it.

The couple of days we spent here were a breath of fresh air, although I did notice two things…. Fox followed me around like a lost puppy. He’s always lived in vans which are really just one room, so he’s always able to see me. In the house, he’d follow me from room to room, not used to being out of eyesight. And, houses are too hot. I always say this when I visit family. Their houses are always bloody roasting and I feel like there’s no fresh air. I’ve climatised to a colder way of living, where there’s always a draft coming in from some random air vent and honestly, I like it. I find houses can be really stifling now so I spent a lot of time perched in the corner of the sitting room, writing on my laptop or making notes of my thoughts into my notebook, with the window wide open. I always like to feel half outside.

We didn’t plan anything to do while we were there… just wandering, driving back roads, seeing where we stumbled. I spent a lot of time whipping my camera out of my backpack, photographing coastal buildings and aesthetically-pleasing rocks.