Glasgow snow

Following the snowy river bank down to the train line to see about jumping a freight back to Glasgow for the boston

spirit.

Bikes in the Canals

A machine goes through the canals scooping up the bikes that line the canal floor. Every time the arm goes in it collects a large handfull of bikes probably dumped from junkies if they can't sell them off for a few euros.

Double bass.

A contrabas player in leidseplein Amsterdam as a tram passes him.

Rootless Tree.

A tree sits sideways in Vondel park amsterdam.

Blue stair case

A mirror image reflects the stairs.

Canals of Amsterdam

A classic tourist picture of Amsterdam's canals. The day was just ending and I had just got a new bike so I could explore the city. There's so much more to the city then smoking weed in the red light district.

Tunnels

The underground tunnel system they were building. Used for a quick escape from the kitchen area to the turrent tower were the rope walks spread out into the trees. The guy would dig all night so he was hidden by the dark. Bucket by bucket pulled out on the rail system he had made in a area just big enough for his body. It remminded me of the tunnel rats in ww11.

Tree house

Some of the tree houses that sat high in the air above the forrest floor. The houses were spread all over the forrest's tree tops. At night you could hear the echoes of hammers as they built the elevated community and the rattling of harnesses as they climbed from house to house on the rope walks they had made.

Climber

One of the activists climbing a tree. He was showing me all the escape routes they had planned for when the cops flood the forrest.

the 8th

Me contemplanting the abeil down.

Tree house.

The tree house were I slept. I couldn't believe the things they were builing so high. Winching materials up on ropes and tying them off into the tree tops. It was amazing falling asleep to the swaying of the tree.

Abseiling face.

My first abseil down from the tree house were I was sleeping at night. It took me 30 mins to trust the knot and lean my wait into it so I could desend down to the coffee by the fire place. Its not the coolest feeling when you have had a 2min lesson on climbing and are 20m in the air. It's the best way to wake up and get the day started though.

Kettle hands

Bridge over canal

3 figures move over the bridge. that seperates the forrest from brugue.

Brugue town square

Night in Brugue

Just arrived in Brugue. It felt like a giant film set as we walked down the winding roads to the night shop.

Entrance.

Entrance to the action camp in Brugue.

Trying to get on the Boat.

Trying to hitch onto the boat to get over to France. Everybody would laugh at me as my sign read "Boat Please."It adventually worked.

Bedroom in Dover

Bedroom in Dover.

Bedroom in boat. Probably one of the best sleeps I have had as my body fitted perfectly in the capsule and I was hidden from the outside world. I had a horrible image of getting woken up by sailors though.

Brighton Beach

Writing a sign to get from Brighton beach up to Dover So I can cross over to France and up to Amsterdam for a gig. It was a hard day. The scottish are much nicer.

London in Red

London in Red

Photo shoot in the loungroom.

London Tube

London communter on his way home. It felt like a spaceship.

Highlands bedroom.

The farm house that I stumbled across after walking down a salmon river trying to find the main road to Ft william. I had to sleep in the house to right as it was getting dark and you don't want to be in the highlands at night time. I had to sneak by as I could see the light in the window was on.

Orkney wind

Hitchhiking from Kirwall to Stromness. I had to lean into the wind to walk and no one would pick me up. Thats the camera strap neally hitting me in the head and at that point it became visible to me why there's no trees on the Orkney islands.

Scotland surfers

Surfer preparing to surf off Gills bay on the top of scotland. Coming over the hill and seeing them surfing was a sight. Aspecially when I was wearing 4 layers of clothes and It's in the middle of winter.

Highlands power line

Highlands forrest

Aalst Carnival

Before I jumped into my sleeping bag by the side of the Aalst train station. I saw a cross dresser lost and waiting for his lift. It took a few goes to get the shot under low light and a shaky drunk hand.

Aalst Carnival

Girls drapped in costumes sit on the bonet of the truck especially made for the 3 days. In the BG the Aalst train station stands which looked like a war zone in the morning as people try to get back to their small towns in Belgium.

Aalst Carnival

Walking the parade of dirty jeanette. Trying to make sense of what everyone is doing. The beer started to taste like water and as the festival was on it's 3rd day the parade was more of a assembly of cross dressers hanging out on the street.

Aalst Carnival

I came to the carnival with nothing to wear and well.. I remember walking the streets of Gent, Belgium with my backpack asking everyone if they had a spare dress.

Aalst Carnival

I enjoyed slapping a toilet plung on the fat guys belly. He's probably a teacher at the local high school. But at the Carnival anything goes.

Aalst Carnival

He waits for his friends to figure out how to fix the tyre on their beer trolley. They are rolled around the streets to carry the beer supply for the 3 days. You can constantly hear the rattling of bottles as the trolleys make their way down the cobble stone streets.

Aalst Carnival

Just after walking into Aalst. I found a trap door under the train tracks locked my bag up packed my whiskey from the highlands and walked into the town centre to see the parade.

On lookers

the 2nd morning of the carnival at 9:am. no one has slept as they watch the parade move through the streets once again.

Onlookers

The town folk watch one as the parade passes. With the Aalst factory as the setting in the BG. Probably were most of the town folk work.

Aalst Carnival

A concerned onlooker. I classic Belgium brick house. I just got the photo as a large float was beeping behind me.

Gent

A reflection in the window of the car that lines the road. Reflecting more of the town that seems to be a big meuseum lit up for the tourists eyes.

Gent, Belgium

The canals of Gent. I view as I drink down my 6 pack of Belgium beer after a long day of hitchhiking.

Brugue action camp

The kitchen and common area that sits in the forrest off Brugue. Built by tree activists as a base camp to protect the forrest. The kitchen walls are lined with shelves of bin food collected from out of the backs of brugue shopping centres. Special bikes are made to collect the food. It's amazing the style of dinners we would have around the fire fueled from pellets.

Brugue Action Camp

Taken behind a old ruin. In the trees you can see some of the houses
built to protect the forrest. The one to right is were I slept. Getting up there is another story.

Red watch

He watches on at the dancer in the red hat

Kitchen jammers

The kitchen of the house I was staying at in London was filled with a wild sound.

Tube communter

I think this photo summed up the tube experience. I blur of people battling the underground trying to get home after a day of work. London is just a bunch of small towns connected between one nightmare of a transport system.

Hair chop in London

Captured in a hairdresser off brick lane London. I stood there for a while waiting for her to line up with the heater on the floor. I felt like a pervet.

hidden kid

what felt like a banksy work. The kid stands in the darkness of the doorway that peers over the laneway. He's laughing to himself as you pass.

ripped walls in london

The walls looked ripped as the council verses the street artists.

Pissed off hitch hike

On my way from Edinburgh to London. The sign has London printed on it in blue and red pen as I walk the long stretch south as the massive snow fall that hit england dries up. My soaks were soaked from walking the sludgy ground with my torn converse. I wasn't happy so I had to take a photo to capture the moment between the long gaps of cars. I stuck the camera on my day bag. A lot of people seemed to be coming the other way though laughing at me like I was a comedian of the highway trying to get were I was going. Moments after a large hay truck passed and knocked me off my feet as I tried to naviagte past a small bridge. I looked like a turtle on his back. My guitar will never be the same.