Every morning I set off on a journey, up at sparrows and down the street on my doughty old tourer, exercising my imagination as much as my legs. By the time I return to the house an hour or two later, having witnessed the sunrise and put however many miles of town and country beneath my wheels, I feel as though I have been places, seen things, travelled in the grand old sense of the word. I love it. As a travel photographer I like to bring along my camera in the hopes of capturing the simple joy of a bike ride and the surprising pleasures of travelling at home.