Before heading on to Corfe Castle, we spent a little time wandering through Kimmeridge village with the camera. After our visit to the bay, it was lovely to see another side of the place: stone cottages, sweeping thatched roofs and gardens spilling over low walls. Kimmeridge’s historic centre is a conservation area, and much of its character lies in the small details. White windows sit deep in thick stone walls, thatch curves around upstairs rooms, and climbing plants soften

From the outside, the truck doesn’t give much away about what it feels like to live inside. We wanted the interior to be a calm, open space for two people, with room to work, cook and relax without constantly stepping around each other. A proper desk was important to me. I spend a lot of time editing photographs, and an old BMX injury means I can’t work comfortably hunched over a laptop. Giving the desk its own place shaped the rest of the layout. We chose to keep the centre

On our way back from Kimmeridge towards Reading, we stopped at Corfe Castle. We’d been through this part of Dorset before, but this time we went up into the ruins with our cameras. From below, the broken towers dominate the hill. Inside, the castle feels less like one grand structure and more like a series of walls, openings and paths, each revealing another view. I started by photographing the stone in black and white, drawn to its texture and the shapes it makes against the

Getting to Kimmeridge Bay in our truck was part of the adventure. The lanes grew narrower as we got closer, and we took the last stretch slowly, wondering what we’d find when the sea came into view. We spent the day exploring the bay and photographing its layers of rock, worn by the water into shapes and patterns. It’s a place that rewards looking down as much as looking out. Every few steps, the shoreline seemed to change. We couldn’t stay at the beach overnight, so this was

We spent a few days parked near Stonehenge. From the truck, we could see the stones across the fields, but it was the wider landscape that stayed with me. I photographed the monument in black and white, sometimes close enough to see the texture of the stones, sometimes from a distance where people become tiny figures beside them. The crowds are part of the scene too. Even with so many visitors, there are moments when the scale and age of the place are hard to take in. Beyond

We stopped in the South Downs for a couple of nights, giving ourselves a chance to settle into the truck and spend some time exploring on foot.