I came to Skye for a single reason: the weather. Low cloud that clings to the Cuillin, and squalls off the Atlantic with the rain and light playing cat and mouse across the headlands. I first came more than twenty years ago, very wet behind the ears, and made a pig's ear of the Quiraing. I kept going back.

I have travelled to so many places, yet my heart remains on Skye. I spent hours on my own gazing up at the sky, letting my mind wander as the clouds ebbed and flowed. I became that annoying, bumbling driver the locals hate, chugging round the island with my eyes on the horizon and not the road. My best period as a photographer was here, on my own.

These are the prints from those trips.

Every print is made by me on 305gsm archival matte paper, signed, and sent with a certificate of authenticity and my lifetime guarantee. Click any image to choose a size.