When did I become the type of person who huffs and puffs their way along a rocky, winding track for miles, just to photograph.a locked bothy? Why was sitting outside, getting bitten by midges, eating a soggy squashed backpack sandwich and a flask of coffee one of my favourite lunches ever?

It’s funny, how things change. If you’d told teenage Amy that this was how I’d spend my time in my mid 30’s, I’d be sighing until my lungs were empty.

If film weren’t so expensive, I’d say I was a cheap date, but these simple days with a camera really are my favourite.