Author Archives: Irene Amiet

In August this year I was lucky enough to be on board the expedition ship M.S. Origo for a 10-day photographic expedition around the starkly

Travel this year has been a lucky draw, but we managed to land in Svalbard mid-August, free to embark the MS Origo – a 40-metre

Lockdown in the gorgeous Ribble Valley nudged us to open our eyes to what was going on outside our doorstep. We’ve come across fox spur

Greens mixed with sunshine sprout and grow in the woods, bold grasses, new lichen, fresh leaves move in the breeze. Birdsong accompanies the butterflies dance

When the mists roll in to take us on a journey through a land newly imagined, we’re like a child seeking to escape a dream,

When golden strands are threaded through every hue of green or red and the drystone walls appear like scraped old leather at sunset, autumn has

The fertile fields of May, that sunlight bouncing on bright green grass and trees adorned with their brand-new frocks. The Hawthornes are still in their

A misty morning and a pheasant appears from the gloom, a croaking feathered prancer startling me and him. The mist fades and light reveals the

Last night’s snow rests frozen over the Ribble Valley under a lilac dawn. As diamonds and sapphire enhance each other’s sparkle and depth, a blue

Frost’s crystal chimes on grass and twig, glazed Hawthorn berries in icy wreath on gnarled trees, the sun blowing the mists down the fell, winter’s