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.
‘My mother and father met in Cyprus, where my father was doing his National Service. He was Welsh, and she Cypriot, sadly both dead now. They were both quite young, perhaps a bit naïve, but terribly romantic, and they returned Read more »
‘When my husband Chris got taken on by the Foreign and Commonwealth, I was given some advice by a fearsome ex-ambassador’s wife: “Get an English teaching certificate so that you have something to keep you occupied while the children are Read more »
‘I’m quite proud of my palindrome birth date, 5/4/45. We were in Rochester, where my Dad was in the Navy at Chatham Barracks, but the next year we moved to Dormans Park near Lingfield. I have an elder brother, Charlie, Read more »
‘My father was in the Army and made the most of the various sporting opportunities which army life offered after the war, riding in point to points in Germany and representing Great Britain as part of the army Pentathlon team Read more »
‘My family’s from Wool; I was born and brought up in the village, and still live there. I’m now the sixth generation of hurdle-makers, a trade we can trace back to the 19th century in our family. Right from when Read more »
Robin Mills met Tania Kovats at Luppitt, East Devon ‘I was born in Whitehalk in Brighton but spent most of my childhood in Patcham, close to the Sussex Downs. My mother is English, my Dad Hungarian. When war broke out Read more »
Robin Mills met Jenny Halling Barnard at the Dorset History Centre, Dorchester ‘My Mum and Dad met in Botswana where they were both teaching. Dad’s Danish and Mum’s a Bristolian. They both have itchy feet and love travelling, and I Read more »
‘I had a wonderful childhood, born and brought up in Virginia Water in Surrey, which seemed at that time to be like a real village. My dad was a baker, and his shop, Wentworth Patisserie, was one in a parade Read more »
‘I was brought up in the West Midlands, just north of Telford, so I’m not a local boy. Telford’s maybe not the best address but is in fact steeped in history, with the Ironbridge Gorge nearby. I was lucky to Read more »
‘When I was three months old my parents brought me to Nallers Farm near Askerswell, which they had taken out huge loans to buy for £12,000 in 1970 with 100 acres. My father, John Bolton, then working as a builder Read more »