These photographs were taken over the course of a three-week trip to England, in the autumn of 2022, to visit my son Jonathan and his family in Hertfordshire, and to catch up with an old friend of mine, Mike, in Kent, someone I have known for more than a quarter of a century.

The trip was all about family and friends, and the nature of the visit - off the tourist grid (apart, that is, from a day or two in London, where I saw the marvellous Lucian Freud show with Mike at the National Gallery, and visited the dinosaurs at the Museum of Natural History with the grand-children) unhurried, with no sightseeing agenda and no reason for being there other than to hang out, relax and reconnect - shaped the kinds of photographs I made: glimpses of an England of small towns, villages, fields and farmland, with roots as old the hills and footpaths on which I walked.

These are not photographs, in other words, of grand vistas, tourist attractions or Instagram moments - they are local, particular, personal, even intimate. And that’s why I like them.