I received the scans back from two rolls of film, one of which has taken me so long to get through that the first photos on it were from months ago when we were still living in our VW crafter van. It reminded me that one of the best things about shooting film is flicking through all those moments you’ve documented and then forgotten about, because a roll of 35mm takes bloody forever to finish.

These are all from a day where it went from glorious sun, to spooky mist in a few hours. It rolled over the hills behind us and sent the dog west. He’d never seen thick mist like it and couldn’t stop barking at it, his tiny brain not comprehending why he could hear the sheep, smell the sheep, but not see the sheep. The weather on Skye is a complete drama queen, and this was one of our favourite tantrums of hers we witnessed. Our least favourite was the weekend we had to park in Portree main car park, tucked behind a water station building for 3 days straight to hide from 60mph winds.