Wandering the remains of an abandoned industrial estate in search of graffiti art.
Walk in parts of Devon and Somerset and you walk the footsteps, opium dreams and Romantic poetry of Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Victorian London was a charnel house of the dead; a city oozing horror and nowhere more so than a small chapel where they danced on the dead.
It’s a building I’ve never properly noticed before as it squats on the south bank of the Clyde. Now I wonder how I managed to miss it.
Sandwood Bay in north Scotland is famous for its remote beauty. It’s also a place of legend, shipwrecks, fugitives and ghosts.
How the British Empire occupied the remote highlands of Burma (Myanmar) through football, jokes and an indomitable imperialist.
The defunct Glasgow Central Railway line left behind a trail of stations, tunnels, shafts, cuttings and bridges throughout west Glasgow: a playground for children and gallery for graffiti artists.
The brutalist religious ruins transformed into a mesmerising sound and light show.