I don’t think that there is anywhere in the world that I feel more comfortable than in Paris. I sometimes feel as though it’s my spiritual home. From my first visit, on a school trip at the age of 14 or 15 I’ve felt an affinity with the city. More than anywhere else I’ve ever visited, I feel at home just walking the streets and taking photographs.

You can’t beat a family escape for a long weekend. It’s been a while since we’d been to London so we jumped on a train at York and a couple of hours and a small fortune later, we were at Kings Cross. We had no plan, other than the Natural History Museum, which is a given in our household. Other than that, we roamed the streets.

A while back, on a particularly lazy day, I finally resorted to clearing out my camera cupboard.  There was a drawer in there that has all sorts of rubbish in it.  UV filters, strap attachments, a few cable releases, all that kind of stuff.  Every photographer has at least one drawer like that.  If you ever need an obscure battery, ask a photographer.  They'll have 2 or 3 in that drawer! The sort of stuff that we keep because 'It might come in useful some day'.