I first started sailing in the early 1970s in a rather slow but very pretty Gull sailing dinghy. Most of my time was spent ploughing inexpertly up and down the Solent coastline between Seaview and Bembridge on the Isle of Wight. Within a short period of time the need for speed took a hold and I quickly replaced the Gull with firstly a Marauder and then a 18ft Jollyboat. This was a real beast of a boat and by this time I was really shifting along the coastline, terrorising the locals, before an embarrassing capsize in front of Seaview Yacht Club (the Jollyboat had less buoyancy than I did ) meant that we had to limp back to shore having filled up to the gunwhales.
Photography followed this passion for sailing only a few years later and before long I was photographing, of all things, classic motorcycles for a variety of magazine titles. Quite how that happened remains a mystery, even to me, but good sense dictated that I eventually returned to the sea, photographing sailing boats and events. Over the years I’ve covered a number of events from local sailing regattas to J class yacht racing in locations such as Majorca, Antibes and Venice. I’ve had the privilege of photographing celebrities, Royalty and people in weird locations such as inside the bare hull of a J class yacht and from the roof of Osborne House. I’ve also had the good fortune to photograph some fabulous events including the Royal Yacht Squadron’s Bicentennial celebrations in 2015.
Despite all the thrills of modern sailing boats I still love the classics and am an avid enthusiast and supporter of the Associazione Vela al Terzo, a quite delightful group of people who maintain and race the classic work boats in the Venetian Lagoon. And yes, I’ll be there in 2018 covering their regattas if, that is, I’m not competing in a sanpierota. A great deal of my time is now spent undertaking commercial photography for websites and private clients, much of which doesn’t appear within this website. However, I’ve still retained the gallery for the occasional public events that I still cover.
I can still be found ploughing up and down the Island’s coastline, anywhere between Bembridge and Seaview, only this time I’ve slowed down a little in a 1936 National 12 that is probably only slightly quicker than my original Gull.