As a photographer I’m lucky to be able to contribute to the area’s most popular free community magazine. Not only that, the subjects tell me all about their lives, and then hopefully I write an interesting story. It’s a collaborative effort – and maybe because of that on some level I’ve made lots of friends.
‘I have always loved my Greek—or strictly speaking Vlach—heritage. Every woman on my mother’s side of our family has a gold arm bangle, and when I decided to remove it for reasons of security when I went to live abroad, Read more »
‘Moving back to Dorset, my childhood home, after a busy life in Bristol until very recently, it seems like life has come full circle. I was actually born in East Sussex in 1988, but in the mid 80s my parents Read more »
‘My father’s family had a business at Beckington, near Frome, where they were carpenters/joiners and wheelwrights. After he’d left Frome Grammar School, Father came to Salwayash to stay with his uncle who ran Lower Kershay Farm, which is where he Read more »
‘Reflecting on one’s life as we all endure this period of isolation feels quite poignant. It’s a challenging time for everyone but artists tend to work alone and I am thankful to have a creative outlet to occupy my mind Read more »
Robin Mills met David Bracher at Chaffcombe, Somerset ‘Although my mother was living in Welling, Kent, in 1947, I was born in the Mother & Baby home in Tunbridge Wells because, as I understand it, Woolwich hospital had been severely Read more »
‘Before I was born, my father worked as a journalist. He wrote a story about fish farming in the former Rhodesia, which gave him an idea to set up his own trout farm in the UK. He wanted to farm Read more »
Dorset based photographer, Robin Mills, has been contributing to this magazine for many years. This month, celebrating his 100th contribution, Robin takes time to reflect on a life of farming and photography. Unrelated events drew me into taking photography Read more »
‘I arrived in April 1939 in Cox Green, then a small village outside Maidenhead. My parents ran a small garage there with just one pump, but from the photographs that survive they radiate an innocent joy and seem untouched by Read more »
‘Once upon a time I moved from Bolton in Manchester, with Mum and Dad and my two sisters Mand and Joo Joo, to Weymouth, when I was six. Dad had got a job as a customs officer at the then working Read more »
I was born in April 1957 here on the farm, at Fairmile, beside the Old Sherborne Road. My father was drilling grass seed that day in a nearby field, in those days of course his presence only being required at Read more »