Buachaille Etive Mor, the mountain which the mind imagines. This mountain consumes your thoughts as you drive along the road towards Glencoe. The morning started with unbearable wind and rain. After a couple of attempts to leave the car and being blown back in we decided to sit it out a while in the car. After an hour or so the weather broke just enough to be able to see changes in the light.

Deep into the valley of Glencoe Two of the Three Sisters keep a watchful eye over us mortal creatures from above the mist. The day had been submerged in a light rain until the afternoon when the mist began to clear as if being pulled apart by the surrounding hills.

The winding road from Buttermere to Keswick which seems to hover above the valley floor. Taken from the foot of Moss Force Waterfall.

Autumn colours from the ground at Bole Hill Quarry near Hathersage. This place has seen many changes and shows them all off through it's own display of beauty.

Hveir, Icelamd

Wandering around the hidden valleys near Montejaque in Grazalema, Andalucia.

The road around to Buttermere with dream houses dotted all around and Red Pike standing tall as the end of the mini horseshoe that protects the valley.

The closest I have been to a mystical magical world. I feel I could have stepped further and been taken away forever into another time & place.

The Polhograjski Dolomiti are famed for the beautiful settings of the churches among the mountains. It leads to many emergency stops in the car.

Winnats Pass typically marks the end of any cloud inversion in the Hope Valley. The steep sides of the collapsed cave hold back the tide of the mist, locking it deep in the valley below.

Parkhouse Hill bathed in morning sunlight during winter. This landscape was once drowned as an atoll and now dominates everything around it.

Always go back. No place deserves to be overlooked based on a single visit. The first time I ventured here the wind was knocking folk over and the rain poured down. Next time around it was beautiful clear skies with snow on the ground. A third time and the sky came alive.

A sheep awakens from rest above the cloud inversion in the Hope Valley during a beautiful autumnal sunrise. An image which brings a sense of familar calm.

Few landscapes create such intense atmosphere and intrigue as the woodland around the old quarry of Bole Hill.

Autumn trees set fire to the cold waters of Ladybower. Taken on a still and quiet October morning as the light mist left the water's surface. The water had a layer of algae which was distrupted only by the passing ducks. Until creating this photograph I had been to Ladybower many times and found it difficult to create a photograph which felt original or matching my sense of this place as a calm but functional landscape.

The Arts Tower is one of Sheffield's most iconic buildings and can be seen from most areas of the city. Part of the University complex it's a building which has dominated my memory of Sheffield. From time spent studying nearby or within the building itself, to time spent sitting in traffic peering up at it from afar. Winning image in the 2014 Landscape Photographer of the Year competition - Urban View Category

To comprehend some of the space beyond your own world or to understand your garden completely.

A chimney far in the distance overlooking the city of Sheffield.

A distant flailing tree in the Nottinghamshire Countryside among the frost covered crops. I grew up near here while this tree was growing unnoticed for 31 years or more

A beautiful February morning among the grassland and woodland near Hathersage.

Time after time Pevril Castle enjoys basking in the autumn sun. and sitting pretty above the cloud inversion, Castleton, Derbyshire.

Woodland at Bole Hill Quarry draped in cobwebs and mist. I don't even know how to begin to try and translate this scene into words that convey it's atmosphere.

A moment of opportunity as the flocking geese take flight in a white out close to home.

Found beauty in a strangers garden. I guess they will never know.

Sunflare as the setting sun descends behind Chrome Hill and illuminates it's characteristic spine. A closer look revelas the work tracks of walkers and sheep, like stitches in the landscape. Everytime I imagine this place, I imagine it's past life as a reef atol beneath the ocean with aquatic life and not farm life.

Aldeyjarfoss from above. The beauty of this waterfall is beond imagination. The perfectly carved pool, the narrow spout and incredible rock formations make it a special place.

The road to somewhere filled with all the dramatic landscapes that makes Scotland the wonder that it is.

Owning the atmosphere of a morning on Lake Bled. A moment of calm and the start of a days toil.

Glen Coe will always take your breath away. In the sun, rain, mist or snow you can't help but stare in awe at the domainting landscape above your head.

Farmland near Zasip, Slovenia. A beautiful village or suburb of Bled set amongst monster mountains. Just passing through here you feel the connection between the people and the landscape. Take for example the naturally twisted power line poles non of the straight boring stuff we see in the UK.

View from Cat Bells towards Grisedale Pike overlooking the rolling hills around Newlands Valley. This landscape always feels like home.

A classical countryside scene on the farmland around Bamford which summarises in a simple image the entire British Countryside.

The lakeland location which always sticks in my mind is Catbells. Be it the view from across Derwent Water and it's familiar friendly outline or the view up to it's main summit from the path along it's ridge. I first came here in around 1989 I guess so it's no wonder my bond to it is a strong as the rocks it is made of.

A reflecting tree along the River Trent at Fiskerton, Nottinghamshire. How does it sit so still and yet with so much motion simply trying to make it's way through the winter.

Wild flower garden at The Trentham Estate in Staffordshire.

Buttercup emotions around the way.

The clearing mist unviels the rolling landslip around Mam Tor as a lone figure emerges along the ridge. The landscape as the artist of atnosphere.

Beautiful light at a beautiful sight from the perspective of a drone flight.

The rusty tones of autumn last long after the season of life ended for this fallen birch tree. Deep in the imagination inspiring woodland of Bole Hill Quarry.

There are few better sights for the eyes than the combination of frost and mist all around.

Frost tipped grasses and silver birch of Lawrencefield. Stillness and motion.