On the health benefits (or lack thereof) of cats on humans.

Some people (cats, actually) just know how to have a good time.

On the photographer’s woes (or incompetence) in photographing the moon.

I cannot make the image of lace socks disappear from my mind now – some things stick.

The Stealth Gear one man photographic hide. First impressions.

When my mother-in-law died earlier this year, Holly came to live with us and our resident cats. This weekend was her first excursion in the garden.

One of our cats is always on duty and I cannot work out their rota. It is a very complicated system – just like politics and the fight against the quarry at site C18.

The pair of ducks that come to our garden every spring are pedantic about their routine, which is an improvement on our cats, who are pedantic about our routine.

Picture frames made by Nielsen, stress tested by the photographer’s cats.

Latest spot, that is. On the back of my chair, preferably when I am sat in it so that I can jump out of my skin on impact landing and when it is not time to camp out in the airing cupboard amidst the freshly laundered towels.