We were too knackered and busy (not to mention skint) to go and do anything interesting abroad – maybe a big adventure is forthcoming next year.
The isle of Mull in November may not seem the most alluring prospect – and admittedly, it rained the whole time and everything was shut – but we had a great time exploring, and because it was out of season we had the whole island pretty much to ourselves.
It was a beautiful place to visit – so much amazing scenery, and endless miles of roads where unassuming side roads led to all sorts of interesting places. Most of my photos are in black and white, to capture some of that abandoned, empty and bleak mood.
Of course, it would be hugely more colourful in the summer but also – from what we’ve heard – jam-packed with tourists. So I think we got it just about right.