I never tried hard at school, consequently I ended up applying for a Nursing degree in Glamorgan. I love Scotland so I jumped at the chance at moving and quickly agreed to a space on an imminently starting course and spent the precluding week thinking of female nurses, alcohol and the beautiful surrounds north of the border – Scotland. Ending up in some dank squat in the depressed valleys of Glamorgan, Wales, was my own fault and the lack of attention given to Geography class. However (I’m getting closer to the point) My time in the ‘valleys’ soldered my longing for somewhere to study in green, green pastures and Guildford it was, and still is. I’ve lived here since the intake and summer of 05′. I got the green pastures, 13 female nurses in a flat of 14 and I did the alcohol aplenty. Those 6 years since however I’ve struggled to feel that a one mile walk to get some pictures would leave me feeling ‘mission accomplished’. Fortunately it did. I took pictures for the relaxed and picture pleasing Amanda Dunn strolling down the river Wey, up towards Guildford castle. With one eye on the lens and another scanning for cow-pats I feel we got some really great pictures. Its a warm, fuzzy-tired feeling being the photographer knowing you have too many pictures to process, so I’m grateful to Guildford again, and Mr Watson my failing Geography teacher who kept copies of the Viz in his desk, thanks.