o n t e m p o r a r h o t o g r a p h
the owl men
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the silver br awl
teach a man to fish
fr agility of life
on his shoulders
just above the trees
the poppy factory
a shot in the dark
painting a fresh canvas
the hulton archive
the old smithy
wild goose cafe
the merlin project
Pig House Pictures is a collective based at University
specialising in contemporary photography. Conceived in 2012 by first year students of the Press & Editorial Photography course, the Pig House aims to move beyond the confines of traditional photojournalism. Drawing inspiration from a wide circle of influences, we plan to bring local, national and international journalism
accessible and contemporary photography.
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EDITORS' NOTE “I’m going to make him an offer he can’t refuse” – Don Vito Corleone, 1972 It’s safe to say that we were wholly un-prepared for the pandemonium that followed Pig House Pictures’ inception back in March 2012. Rallying fortyodd people to agree on anything at all is quite a task, so when it came to sketching-out an idea for a photographic collective, things got interesting. It is a self-confident folly, perhaps, but one which has gained significant momentum over the past couple of months, resulting in quite a buzz of excitement. We’re excited, at least. And who wouldn’t be? We have done something which (to our knowledge) no-one has previously attempted. So, why ‘Pig House Pictures’ we hear you ask? The answer is simple: we are a drove of photographers in the same way a barn full of pigs is a drove. Explanation not good enough? To be honest, the name is pretty sweet and we’ll leave it at that. Press & Editorial Photography at University College Falmouth, Cornwall, is the course every contributing member of this collective is currently undertaking – and may we add that it’s fantastic! Although our profound love for the course and our tutors – Mal Stone, David White, Guy Martin and Eva Shreiber – shouldn’t be ignored, we have decided to take the proverbial bull by its horns and carve our own path in the revolutionary world of self-publishing and multimedia. We have created not only this publication – which we hope you enjoy thoroughly – but also an exhibition that will run along-side our online efforts. To put it simply: we got bored of waiting for something else to happen. Why digital we also hear you cry? Well, basically, the tablet revolution is currently underway with the recent launch of ‘The New iPad’. Its retina display now matches the quality of print and then some; it has the ability to access web links and multimedia journalism right from the page, something that will be coming in future issues, we can assure you. The point we are trying to make here is that viewing photography should not be marred by technical deficiencies, and viewing images on these devices is definitely the future. We begin our life as a very simple and minimalistic publication, which is to be released on issuu.com once a term. We at PHP feel it is a great medium to reach far-a-field with our photographic stories. To paraphrase the great Don Vito Corleone: we’re going to make you an offer you can’t refuse. - Joel Hewitt & Samuel Moore, creative directors.
her itage lewis hall
Lewis Hall spent a day on a fishing trawler with the skipper and owner Dave Driver, his son Simon Driver, and Mark Bagwell. The trawler has its moorings at Brixham harbor, and has to sail 20 miles out to sea before shooting and hauling the nets. Deep-sea fishing is statistically the most dangerous job in the UK above bomb disposal and oil rigging.
My cousin Mark Bagwell works on a trawler with Dave and Simon Driver. Dave is the skipper of the boat and runs one of the main day trawlers at Brixham. Having been in the industry since a very young age he is extremely experienced as a commercial fisherman. His son Simon also started the job at a young age along-side him, and now, at the age of 26, he too is becoming a skilled trawler.
and began his career along-side Mark’s father.
Fishing is all about heritage - the industry is built around generations of family - and at a young age Mark was set to carry on his father’s foot steps. Unforunately, on 23rd February 1998, Mark’s father, Ian Bagwell, lost his life to the sea. Because of the evident risks involed in trawling, Mark has only just received permission to go to sea with the boat’s skipper Dave, who is a close family friend
The boys start the day by shaking weed out of the trawls whilst Dave sets the course and checks that everything is in working order. Once all the preliminary checks and preparations are completed, they head below deck for tea, crumpets and an hour’s sleep before the first shooting of the nets.
We left Brixham harbor at 4.30am on a small dingy, heading towards The Girl Debra, which is moored just out of the main harbor area. The engines of the trawler fired up with a loud rumble, followed by flood lighting on the upper deck to illuminate the dark. Our destination was northeast across the Southwest’s coastline.
After waking from their brief rest, the experienced fishermen get straight to work, starting with the first trawl. A sense of anticipation can be felt across the vessel; the men donâ€™t know what to expect - they never do. Things can go either one of two ways when trawling: very well, or very badly, easily and without warning. After 3 hours of hauling, the first trawl is pulled from the ocean; the cod end is released, spewing tonnes of fish in to the bays at the back of the boat. A sense of relief: the catch is good. The fish are sorted and gutted, ready to be put in to freezers below deck. Not long after this, the next haul is ready to be pulled up. This process is repeated three times over the course of an avergae fishing day. When the
trawler returns to Brixham harbour, the fish are unloaded, ready to be sold on the market. This way of life is the fishermensâ€™ livlihood. Their heritage. PHP
T he Naturist philippa kelly
Naturists are an often-misunderstood group of people, around whom preconceived ideas regularly cirulate. It is often assumed, for example, that naturism is only for the elderly or
considerable amount of time with some, it is clear to photograher Philippa Kelly that there is a lot more to these people than meets the eye.
Maureen enjoys the sea despite the cold weather. “Well, you wouldn’t have a bath with your clothes on, would you?”
Above: Her years as a life-drawing model and naturist has made Maureen very swift at changing her clothes quickly and efficiently. Right: Maureen stands and enjoys the sun; it is a rare chance to appreciate it as a naturist.
Above: Maureen describes herself as ‘bomb proof’ when it comes to her body; she is completely content with her image.
Right: Maureen puts on her boots, the only thing she needs in order to be comfortable climbing the rocks.
In March of this year, by invitation of the chairman, I spent several occasions with a naturist swim club in Devon. In order to let me do this, I was told to ‘participate’ in the club’s one rudimentary rule. Much to my surprise there was no sense of awkwardness - no eyes fixed at the ground as we interacted with one another. It was a freeing experience, and not to mention extremely sociable. Club members vary in age, from close to my own (in their teens), right up to their 70s and 80s. They were all extremely welcoming, friendly, and distinctly normal. There is no sexual undertones to naturism - no unspoken code of secrecy - they are simply a group of people meeting once a week, as many clubs do, to enjoy each others company and relax.
After exchanging several emails, I met Maureen (pictured) during my evening at the club and talked in detail with her about photography, naturism and many other things. She has been a naturist, life-drawing model and photographer herself for many years, and considers all of these things to be natural and healthy parts of her life. Whilst her and other members of the club do use discrepancy when discussing their hobby with new people, it is not something she chooses to hide. In places such as the beach, naturists are respectful of those around them. Although they enjoy being nude, they understand that it is not for everyone, and thus remain discreet when necessary. Personally I now consider it a great shame that naturism is not more socially acceptable; it is fun,
and freeing from daily stresses. Perhaps most importantly, it promotes a healthy body-image and self -confidence in people of every age and size. PHP
A D J U S T M E N T Artur Tixiliski Photographer Artur Tixiliski photographed various members of his family over a threeweek period, resulting in a series of portraits titled â€˜Adjustmentâ€™. The series is a representation of what it means to live abroad; to be far from family whilst growing older and seeing how their lives have changed. By portraying his family in this way, Tixiliski felt he gained a better understanding of their lives and how they have adapted - reconnecting him to those he loves and misses.
1. Elsa Maria Fernandez Melez, Guaira - PR 2. Guileherme Melez Martins, Iguatemy - MS 3. Dorina Fernandez Melez, Guaira - PR 4. Dirceu de Sousa Tixiliski, Curitiba - PR 5. Celia Melez - PR 6. Maria Aparecida, Iguatemy - MS 7. Felipe Melez, cousin - Guaira, PR
As I arrived in Curitiba, capital of Parana, south Brazil, I met with my Dad. By seeing him face-to-face I could tell a lot had changed since I had last seen him my Grandfather had passed away a few weeks before my arrival. Unfortunately I had originally planned to photograph my grandfather during the visit, as I wanted to produce memorable portraits of him for my family. When meeting my mother and grandmother - after nearly two years of being away -I knew that my grandfather’s death was felt deeply. An air of emptiness had been left in the family home. I felt I needed to bring a part of that world back with me when I returned to England. So I decided that taking their photographs would be the best way to carry a comforting and tangible reminder of them. Every meeting was a new discovery and the
willingness of my subjects to pose in front of the camera broke-down barriers that were originally in place. ‘Adjustment’ also includes a wide variety of Brazilian landscapes and architecture. This was done intentinally, as to introduce the viewer to the diversity of this great country. My family tree is ever-expanding; I hope to continue with this project in the future, documenting the evolution of a family and unveil secrets that relate to people’s everyday lives. PHP
FORGOT TEN H E R O E S Lucy Everitt
Pig House photographer Lucy Everitt produced this tragically-honest and beautifully-shot piece over the Christmas of 2011 and Easter of 2012. The story follows Scott Blaney, a twenty-fiveyear-old army veteran and paraplegic.
L/Cpl Scott Blaney is the first amputee Grenadier Guard to stand on Queenâ€™s duty at the Royal Palace. Scott was nineteen when he was first deployed to Afghanistan. During a routine foot patrol - clearing compounds in Helmand Province - an explosion killed one of Scottâ€™s colleagues and injured four others. Scott lost his leg and suffered shrapnel wounds to his right arm and eye. He had only been in Afghanistan one month.
Scott, now 25, is still proudly part of the army, travelling around the country giving motivational speeches to schools and colleges. I photographed Scott over Christmas and Easter at his home in Warwickshire.
expressed to me his refusal to become depressed by his injuries; if he could go back to Afghanistan tomorrow, he would.
Although losing a leg, severely injuring his elbow and partially losing sight in one eye, Scott hasn’t lost his ‘squaddie’ mentality and passion for the outdoors. He swam the English Channel last year and has set his sights on representing Great Britain as a cyclist at the 2012 Paralympics Games. Scott encapsulates the true old school essence of British-ness and can be an inspiration to us all. PHP
joel hewitt Cat and Simon Holman, a married couple for several years, formed the eco. project â€˜Teach a Man to Fishâ€™. The project is the realisation of their dream of bringing back the lost fishing heritage and economy to the small Cornish village of Portscartho. Their aim is to design and build their very own fishing vessel, living a sustainable life through the means of catching and selling fish locally. Pig House Pictures Photographer Joel Hewitt payed them a visit during the early stages of the project.
Cat & Simon Holman - from the eco. project â€˜Teach a Man to Fishâ€™ - stand outside their workshop which has been reclaimed back from the wilderness. They are building a fishing vessel to live a sustainable life through the means of catching and selling fish locally. Portscatho, Cornwall. March 9 2012.
Top: Cat & Simon Holman from â€˜Teach a man to fishâ€™ working on building their fishing vessel.
Bottom: A nautical map on the wall of their workshop featuring the Cornish waters that will be fished.
Right: A scale model of the profile cut fishing vessel which is to be built.
The idea for the project came whilst the Holman’s travelled for two years by boat from the Cornish Riviera to Greece, via the warm waters of the Mediterranean. Giving them an intense love for the sea, and by witnessing the lives of independent fisherman, Cat & Simon decided that they would bring back a lost heritage to the small village of Portscartho, Cornwall. Simon began his career as a boat designer, thus making this aspect of the project flow very easily. With the profile design and plan for the wooden frame created electronically, it means that anybody from neighboring towns or villages can instigate their own plan to help the almost desolate independent fishing economy - an economy which has been ravaged by giant corporations. Cat has always been fascinated by the sea, but her main role within the project is publicising. She tirelessly promotes the cause by updating their blog and Twitterfeed, whilst also writing a column for the local newspaper. Consumerism is a fisherman’s least best friend, and we as the public will unknowingly and idly
walk in to a supermarket and buy fish caught thousands of miles away, when in fact, the exact same fish can be sourced from local waters by local fisherman. Sustainability is the biggest factor in their journey, with all materials - be it locally supplied wood for the construction of the vessel, wind with the use of a sail or man power with an oar - having the least impact on the environment as possible is their aim. All of this is so Cat & Simon can make a living through catching and selling fish stock within the immediate vicinity of their village. With an end date of June 2012, they hope to be in the waters of Cornwall, providing a new sustainable economy to Portscartho. Ultimately, they want to simply enjoy life... And fish. As the famous proverb goes. “Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and feed him for a lifetime.” PHP
F R E E sophie bolesworth Late 2011 saw a time of upheaval for the traveller community, with the violent eviction of residents at Dale Farm. There were frequent stories in the local Cornish news, too, with communities voicing their impatience towards the presence of travellers who â€œdonâ€™t contribute to the community or pay their ratesâ€? and who are considered an eye-sore on the natural landscapes. In November 2011, Sophie Bolesworth travelled to Porthtowan, asking Wilf - a traveller from birth - to show her their home and to and give an insight in to the daily disapproval he faces from the nearby town.
Davey, Wilf and Morag walk home. ‘The Field’, Porthtowan, Cornwall.
Above: An old caravan is demolished to make space for one of better quality.
Right: Inside a separate caravan, Wilf creates ceramic pieces which are mostly themed around wings and flying. Wilf had attended Falmouth Art College a few years ago, obtaining a degree in ceramics, and has yet another caravan devoted to creating extraordinary themed sculptures.
Wilf lives with his family and friends in a secluded field above the town of Porthtowan on the dramatic north-Cornwall coastline. He owns this piece of land, which now contains ‘temporary’ housing for six people. The council has recently granted them a permit, legally allowing them to stay for a period of 3 years.
The local community’s attitude is overly judgemental and their opposition unnecessarily severe. This opinion was seemingly strengthened after learning that the land was owned by Wilf and that their efforts to make sure the accommodation did not impose on the landscape was successful.
Unfortunately this has unearthed a common tension between them and the residents of Porthtowan. Wilf stated that “84 people have signed a petition against us living here, whilst not a single person has come forward to support us”. The battle between residents of mobile homes and their local community is one repeated in many places throughout the country. The generalised view is often one of wariness and mistrust towards these people, being branded as ‘gypsies’.
Wilf enforces “Site Rules”: firstly, all caravans must be spray-painted with camouflage greens - to simulate their hedgerow backdrop. Also, hundreds of saplings are growing in one caravan, which will eventually be planted to fill the field with trees, thus masking the settlement and giving them privacy.
Above: Inside Peteâ€™s old caravan, he is currently refurbishing a replacement.
Right: Wilf, the owner and resident of the field.
As well as growing vegetables, their lives run on renewable energy - solar panels and a wind turbine generate enough electricity in the winter and more than enough in the summer. Of course, there are two sides to every debate, and there is good reason for not allowing housing to simply pop-up without permission. But as Wilf said: â€œwe donâ€™t want to build houses, just live in caravans on our land.â€? I was the fifth person in four years to speak with his family about their lives as travellers. For me it is hard to agree with the seemingly popular attitude of instant eviction for all people living in similar situations. This attitude stems from an unwillingness to really know the human beings who call these sites home. PHP
keeping bees James Alger
Photographer James Alger discovers a world hidden beneath a lid : the honey beeâ€™s. He also discovers how their very existance is threatened by the presence of one virus-spreading parasite - the result of which could determine the very ecosystem we live in.
Phil and Kay Hardy have been keeping bees for over five years.
There have been many set-backs for Kay and Phil in terms of growing the colony. This is due to the ever-increasing presence of the varroa mite. This external parasite, which feeds on the beesâ€™ circulatory fluid, spreads viral diseases and bacteria from hive-to-hive; if left unchecked it can lead to the premature death of bee colonies. It is the most serious threat to the Western honeybee in almost every country. The problem is getting so out of hand that the bee population is starting to decrease rapidly across the world. The effect that this would have on the natural world is catastrophic, as many ecosystems depend on their presence. Throughout the day Phil told me much about the lifestyle of the humble honey bee, and what he is doing to manage the virus spread by the varroa mite. I was also informed of research taking place in to the mite itself, to see how a hive could cope without any human intervention. Findings
so far indicate that the Bees can adapt to a certain extent, but not for long. Kay and Phil have a genuine interest in these simple, but vitaly important, creatures. Above all, they want to prevent their demise. And rightly so - amongst many other vital pros to the honey beeâ€™s existence, it is estimated that around 4,000 vegetable varieties exist because of their pollination. PHP
JUST A B OV E THE TREES EMMA ROBERTS Early in the morning on the 26th of January 2012, farmers from Helston, south
pheasants. For an insight of the day ahead, Pig House Pictures photographer Emma Roberts joined the action.
Richard Gilbert lines up the in-flight pheasant. Willow the dog waits patiently behind for his masters signal to pick up the soon-to-be-dead pheasant.
Above: This is the universal safety position of the rifles when not in use.
Right: David stands waiting to hear from the other â€˜beatersâ€™ about how many birds have been shot.
The pheasant-shooting period starts from October 1st and ends February 1st - it is illegal to shoot after this date. Six local farmers meet every year to shoot pheasant and woodcock in the Helston area of south Cornwall. The Cocker Spaniels, chosen for their reliability and faithfullness, wait patiently outside a tiny cabin for their owners to leave. Richard Gilbert, one of the farmers ventures outside to tend to the dog, who is called Willow. â€œThey are generally the perfect size to flush-out all sorts of wildlife in dense brush areas and to retrieve many kills, ranging from pigeons, rabbits and, of course, pheasantsâ€?. The dogs are as much a part of the team as any of the men.
Above: Pheasants from the days shooting lie lay dead on a bail of hay.
Right: After a long days shooting, the farmers finish up with a group portrait showing off their spoils for the day.
The ice-cold wind is heard whistling through the countryside as they wait in silence for the call. The muffled sound of the beaters can be heard deep inside the thick and brambly trees as they try and scare the pheasant, making them take flight just above the trees. The signal is given, allowing Richard to prepare himself for the shot. Willow the dog anxiously waits for the go-ahead to fetch the kill. For safety reasons, the all-clear must be given before any person or dog can go and collect the fallen bird. This is repeated throughout the day as they walk mile-after-mile in pursuit of the elusive game birds. Most escape the gunfire, as the pheasants and woodcocks have their own tactics of survival. By flying low, just above the trees, they can avoid the gun fire by swiftly changing direction.
Several hours can go by before a signal will be made for a break; a small golf buggy-like vehicle awaits to pick up the pheasants and woodcocks. A decision will then be made about which direction they wish to venture next. Strangely, it is not the sport of shooting and killing game birds that bring the farmers together during the hunting season - it is the opportunity to socialise with friends and relax away from the stressful environment of their farms. PHP
A SHOT IN THE D A R K SAMUEL MOORE
Pig House photographer Samuel Moore spent a week at Helston and District Rifle
Club. His subject: thirty-seven-yearold Joe Stinton; a blind shooter from Cornwall.
Above: Joe sits down in the shooting range for a round of supported shooting with Kieth Busby, a volunteer helper who is present with Joe every week.
Right: The spring-powered air rifle Joe shoots with sits ready for use. Instead of an optic sight, the scope on the top of this rifle contains a photo-electric cell which picks up light reflected from a target lit by a powerful bulb. When aimed at the target, a photo-electric transducer converts the light energy to sound, which is relayed to headphones worn by the shooter. The closer to the bullâ€™s-eye, the higher the pitch.
Helston, Cornwall; Wednesday 29th March 2012. It is just past noon by the time I arrive at Helston and District Rifle Club, one of only twenty establishments in the UK which provides shooting facilities for the visually impaired and blind. I am meeting thirty-seven-year-old Joe Stinton, a blind target shooter who took up the sport in 1999. The sport itself is only 64-yearsâ€™ old, with the first recorded participation in 1948. Fittingly, this record is held within photography only. The club house is a long, grey and out-of-placelooking building situated at the heart of a housing estate. It is dark inside; pictures of club alumni look down from the walls as I am greeted by Michael Orchard, a man who until now I have only spoken to over the phone. He is a volunteer who helps run the visually impaired and blind shooting every Wednesday as part of the Cornwall Blind Association.
Joe lost his sight in 1998 - after nearly thirty years of vision. It happened after a series of events following a severe reaction to wheat; he is both wheat intolerant and diabetic, conditions which are often thought to go hand-in-hand. It was around the first anniversary of his marriage that he was taken severely ill by a particularly strong reaction. He was hospitalised immediately. Joe spent his anniversary in a coma and was administered immunosuppressant drugs to counter the reaction. When administered such powerful drugs, patients are normally required to stay quarantined. Joe, however, was discharged and allowed to walk free with a severely weakened immune system. It was then that he contracted septicemia, a form of blood poisoning which, in severe cases, can result in blindness. Joe would never see again.
Joes does not dwell on his problems, making a point of the fact he has built up a good life and met some incredible people: “I have done things I simply wouldn’t have if I hadn’t lost my sight” he said on the fact that, as well as shooting, he has cycled tandem from John o’Groats to Land’s End. Joe always starts his weekly practise with a round of supported shooting, placing himself gingerly on an old metal chair. As I watch, five shots are fired on each target whilst sitting down and with a tripod. He is helped by Keith Busby (above right), another volunteer who guides Joe when attempting activities which require more dexterity than average: the loading and initial aiming of the gun, as well as reading the scores and guiding him from the waiting room to the shooting range. It is a vital relationship which allows the sport to function, and every shooter - amateur or professional - depends on it.
accuracy. Designed by Austrian company Swarovski Optik, the scope, which contains a photo-electric cell, picks up light reflected from a target lit by a powerful bulb. A transducer then converts the light energy to sound, which is relayed to a pair of headphones worn by the shooter. The closer to the bull’s-eye, the higher the pitch. Joe is a dedicated shooter, and is one of the few members of the club who can shoot unsupported. With the aid of the specialised scope, he can achieve accuracies greater even than sighted people (as I rather embarassingly discovered when given the chance to try it eyes-closed). When many other activities have become obsolete, shooting is something Joe relies on. The club gives both a physical and social stimulation in a world he cannot see. PHP
Probably most vital, however, was the invention of a specialised ‘scope’ in 1994, which allowed blind and visually impaired shooters a great degree of
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Above:: Every shooter has a helper who aids them in the loading and initial aiming of the rifle, as well as the retrieving and reading of the score card. Joeâ€™s helper is 60-year-old Keith Busby, a volunteer who is with Joe every week for practise. For obvious reasons it is a vital relationship: without Keith, shooting would not be possible for Joe. Left: Keith Busby holds up a score card after a perfect round of unsupported shooting from Joe. The bullâ€™s-eye is worth 10 points, moving outwards in descending numerical order. The centre of the target is pure white because it reflects
PA I NTI NG A FRESH C A N V A S TOM PULLEN
Tom Pullen spent a day photographing Keith Janz in his home studio in Oxfordshire. He arrived just after the news that Kieth may be an Olympic torch-bearer for the 2012 Games.
Above: Sitting in his customised wheelchair inside his conservatory-turned professional studio, Keith puts the finishing touches to one of his canvas paintings of Venice.
Right: When looking for inspiration, Keith has a small sketchbook attached to a foldable stand on his wheelchair. His care worker or wife will swap the brush end of his mouth-stick with a black Biro pen. Keith will then begin to make small, detailed sketches.
Above: Keith finishes painting a boat in Venice. This work may go on to sell and be exhibited internationally.
Right: Since being shown the work of Trevor Wells, a fellow mouth painter, Keith has painted using a long stick with a brush attached to a rugby gum shield, which he bites down on. With great precision and skill, he has taught himself to keep incredibly steady, coordinating head movements in to brush strokes on the canvas.
Keith Jansz is a man of remarkable talent and a role model for perseverance and dedication. In 1995, after running the London Marathon for Barnardo’s, Keith was in a car accident, resulting in complete paralysis from the shoulders down. Now, after years of determination, he is a member of the Mouth and Foot Painting Artists Group. He believes that “excitement is the key. Real enthusiasm comes from the heart and ignites the whole system.” PHP
Originally from Swindon, the 21-yearold photographer has become everincreasingly
landscapes. Her recent body of work took her to Skipsea, Yorkshire, in January 2012. There, she began work photographing erosion
the affects of coastal the
Above: Empty spaces remain where caravans once stood. They have been moved back to avoid falling off the cliff.
Right: A memorial post stands where a house fell to the beach, resulting in the death of a Skipsea resident.
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r o m a n remnants
During the Roman occupation of England and Wales between 43BC and 410AD, the Roman rulers opted to revolutionise the way that they defended themselves. The Invasion started in the south-east (modern-day Kent) and slowly made its way north and west. They encountered the hardest resistance from the celtic tribes that situated themselves in the east (modern-day East Anglia) the mid western peninsular (modernday Wales) and the far North of the British Isles. The Moors, located in the middle of England - now known as The Peak District - was a difficult nut to crack for the Romans, as the forests and moorland provided good cover for the Celtic tribesmen. Roads and forts were established by the Romans to create easilyaccessible outposts for the army to gain control
and influence other areas in the vicinity. This particular area was strategically crucial to the Romans. The road that ran though it linked the settlements to the west - Mancunum (Manchester); Deva (Chester); and Corcium (Ribchester) - to the settlements in the east, such as Lindum (Lincoln), Eboracum (York) and Ratae (Leicester). This area helped the supply of goods from the continent reach the main Roman military outposts in the north towards Northumbria and Hadrian’s Wall. The Romans decided to defend the road by creating a military outpost called ‘Navio’, which was nesteled in-between two valleys, now known as Edale and Cave Dale. Subsequently, the surrounding area became a
central hub for trading and producing goods. In the decline of the Roman empire and its presence in Britain, there was much fighting over who would control the land after the Romans had left. In the year 626AD, a battle took place that historians debate the existence of to this day. The Northumbrians ruled this part of the land they were a basic but formidable force. The King of Wessex, who owned much of the land in the south of Britain, wanted to expand his influence on the Northern areas, so had to concur with the Northumbrian army. The Battle for Winn Hill, supposedly fought on the moor above the old Roman Settlement â€˜Navioâ€™, made the surrounding area a more prosperous place to live. But 079
never actually found any physical evidence of such a battle taking place. Only within manuscripts is there any evidence of the event. These images were created to document the places where the Roman fort of Navio left its influence on the land that has changed so much in the years since the occupation. Not only did I wish to document these places for their historical integrity, I also wanted to show the way the landscape has been touched by human hands since. Unfortunately it was often in a destructive way. When these photographs were taken it was astonishing that there was no local history on the Roman fort, or the surrounding area for that matter. The only evidence that the Romans ever occupied at all is from the imprints on the Ordinance
Survey maps that meekly outline the integral road that ran from the north, over Winn Hill, in to Roman fort, now modern-day â€˜Dale of Hopeâ€™ . Here, lead mining is still a dominating mark on the landscape, as it was during Roman times. PHP
The hulton archive JORDAN STEPHENS
Jordan Stephens brings an insight in to the job of Lenny Hanson, a negative and print restorer at the Hulton Archive, now part of Getty Images. This job is pivotal, preventing the further deterioration of the invaluable collections.
works as a specialist workman and is greatly valued by the archive.
Above: Diacetate negative from the 1930â€™s are a restoration challenge, as the three layers of the negatives can often break up and crack. Lenny Hanson has developed a method of retrieving the negative image at the centre of the three layers and mounting it on glass. Hulton Archive, London, March 2012
Right: Lenny Hanson has worked at the Hulton Archive for 21 years. His job is to restore and preserve archival prints and negatives within the archive. Hulton Archive, London, March 2012
Right: As glass negatives contain silver, the negatives can tarnish over time. Lenny Hanson polishes the ancient negative to prevent it from deteriorating further. Hulton Archive, London, March 2012
The Hulton Archive is regarded as one of the greatest in photojournalism, holding over 30 million images and prints dating back to the nineteenth century. It also holds over 30,000 hours of archival footage from news and sport. The archive is owned by Getty Images, one of the largest stock photograph agencies in the world, and is regularly expanding as more collections are purchased by the giant corporation. PHP
EPIC BARS Alex atack
Epic Bars is a Cardif-based rap battle collective, and after the recent (relatively modest) mainstream breakthrough of the UK rap battle scene – driven by Greg Funnell and Rob Boffard’s story in the February issue of HUCK, along with the Don’t Flop Youtube videos. Photographer Alex Atack wanted to make this picture story on one of the smaller collectives, one that is perhaps overshadowed by the London and Manchester scenes.
‘Odie’ (left) and ‘Innuendo’ (right) during the last battle of the night. So-Lo, Cardiff
Above: ‘Odie’ raises a hand to the audience after his battle with ‘Innuendo’.
Right: The battles are judged by a panel, who decide the evntual winner. ‘Innuendo’ gives his thoughts to the camera.
Above: ‘Phorcite’ takes his turn to rap during his battle with ‘Unique’
Right: ‘Odie’ and ‘Innuendo’ shake hands before the last rap battle of the night.
I wasn’t expecting to fit in at all – it would be ridiculous of me to say I turned up there without a pre-conceived idea of how the performers and audience would react to me, but I wasn’t at all expecting the positive welcome that I received. Shane Ford – the event organiser – was more than happy to have me shooting the whole evening and permitted me all the access I needed without hesitation. After I’d explained my intentions, I made friends with a couple of videographers and suddenly felt very relaxed; surprisingly much more relaxed than I’ve ever felt at the O2 Academy or the CIA watching a band that would usually be ‘my scene’, whatever that is. This was due to the incredible amount of respect and friendliness in the room, demonstrated by small things, like people apologising for stepping on your toes; the whole audience dropping dead silent during the battles; and mostly by the respect that the performers had for one another. It was the total opposite of an acoustic open-mic
night scenario where (and I myself have been guilty of this) performers play their set and clear off, leaving the last musician to sing to an empty room. There is a quote in Rob Boffard’s piece in HUCK that says: “It’s the most bizarre way to make friends. Insulting somebody as horribly as you possibly can, and then it’s all water under the bridge. You chill out and have a pint afterwards, like two boxers beating the shit out of each other, then going out for a drink”. This couldn’t have summed it up better – the performers will dish out the most brutal of insults to one another during the battle – some of which I thought had surely crossed a line – but when the timer hits 60 seconds, they’ll shake hands and the insults turn to endless compliments. I’d intended to turn up, shoot a couple of rolls and head home in time for midnight, but something about driving home at 3am – car window wide open as to stay awake – made me realise that I’d had one of the most
inspiring nights I’ve had in a long time. Rap battles are the perfect way to let out emotion and anger in a way that not only doesn’t hurt anybody, but is also incredibly creative. I learned a lot from the huge amount of respect – unconditioned by age, appearance, race or background – that was in the room that night, and I really couldn’t praise what these guys are doing enough. PHP
W I L D GOOS E C A F E arthur hagues
Arthur Hagues discovers The
Wild Goose Cafe , a drop-in centre for the homeless with a difference.
Brother Clifford, an ex-homeless alcoholic-turned-preacher drinks tea before delivering his sermon.
Above: The audience sits and listens intently to Evangelist speaker Simon Farris. Left: Brother Clifford speaks with Evangelist speaker Simon Francis before preaching.
I first heared of the Wild Goose Cafe through Channel Four’s hugely popular Secret Millionaire series. Dawn Gibbins, posing as a volunteer, donated £125,000 towards a new facility to help feed and provide practical advice to people with serious life-disrupting problems - such as homelessness and addiction. Eager to document this essential new development, I contacted Simon Farris, a local evangelist preacher. Simon invited me to an event that he was hosting at the cafe; on the bill were a team of musicians and Christian speakers. The evening started off quietly, and Simon was initially worried no-one would turn up, which would be disastrous considering how much time he and his team had invested in to the night. However, the Cafe soon began to fill with Patrons eager for the food and refreshments provided by the staff. It was St. Patrick’s day, so the musicians started off by playing traditional Irish songs to celebrate. This struck a sad note with me, as the once holy day of St. Patrick is now regarded as an international day of drinking and excess. I myself was eager to go for a few beers, but as I watched more and more alcoholics and addicts filter through the doors, partying and inebriation was the last thing on my mind. The Wild Goose is very strict regarding onpremises substance abuse, with notices of its zero-tolerance policy (right) stuck on most
walls. It is this strict approach, combined with the sympathetic and helpful team of volunteers that gives The Wild Goose its positive and safe atmosphere. After everyone had got their food and the musicians had finished playing, a small, scruffy man took to the microphone. He cleared his throat and powerfully sang his way through a series of Irish folk songs with surprising authority, despite his size and demeanor. Brother Clifford, as he likes to be known, then told tales of his alcoholic and homeless past, immediately engaging the audience who nodded and piped-up in acknowledgement. It was truly inspiring to hear this scruffy yet warm and entertaining old man preach the Gospel and tell of how it had helped him turn away from a life of constant drinking. There was no doubt Brother Clifford was the real deal, relating his practical Christian message to a range of shocking situations that had members of the homeless audience weeping openly. More food and clothes were dispensed before the evening started to wind down. Being there made me realise how essential The Wild Goose Cafe is and how its style of unpretentious Christianity gives its Patrons hope and purpose in a world they feel has forgotten them. PHP
THE OWL MEN OSCAR YOOSEFINEJAD
visited Russell Birt, he was confronted by the surreal sight of owls perched in his garage, nestled between lifesized model replicas of other birds of prey. Not the typical scene found within Plymouthâ€™s suburban areas, Yoosefinejad was keen to know more.
Russell Birt lives in a quiet, semi-detached house within a suburb just outside of Plymouth, south Devon. The jobs he once upheld until his retirement have now been replaced with a small parliament of owls. One or two of them are rescued, but most are simply bought from many different owl dealers. Peculiarly, Russell takes his owls for walks, attaching each bird to a fifty-foot leash. For this reason, the local council had wanted to ban him from walking his owls next to a busy road in Plymouth. Russellâ€™s friend (above) is even more of an owl enthusiast, with a larger collection of around a dozen European owls. PHP
BALLOON PARTY REMY BOPREY
The hot air balloon takes off, carrying itâ€™s cargo of women who are celebrating two birthdays.
Above: Norris, of the Humbug Balloon Company, starts to unravel the massive balloon.
Right: As the balloon is being inflated, Norris walks around and inspects all the straps at the top of the balloon to make sure they are safe and secure.
Above: A party women gather on a field in Henley during the early hours of the morning waiting for the inflation of the hot air balloon.
Right: Richard, Pilot of the hot air balloon, walks inside the balloon to test that everything is securely fastened. The balloon must be checked inside and out to ensure a safe flight.
Gill Fryer, aged 74, is a traditional painter who lives in a very small cottage, located in a very rural part of Somerset. She has always had a love for riding horses and focuses a lot of her paintings around that theme.
Gill clutches the paint pallet to her chest revealing all the old dry paint underneath. Telling a story about previous paintings that she has made in the past.
Above: Her house is cluttered with things that all directly link to her in some way - family pictures, small paintings, toy dolls and many horse-related items.
â€˜The Forgeâ€™ was given to her over thirty years ago from the Taylor family. Once a saw mill, Gill renovated the house herself and has lived in it ever since. Recently she risked losing it because the family wanted it back, but ultimately the move was rejected. The land she lives on used to be a wildlife park called Cricket St. Thomas, where she owned an arts and craft shop next door to her home for the visitors to buy small gifts. A few years ago, however, the park began to get rid of the animals. This continued until the parkâ€™s eventual closure in 2009. The park has now re-opened as a hotel resort, but now Gill lives by herself, with the odd passerby from the hotel paying her and her art inquisitive visits. PHP
M.S. Elena Haydon
In this series of photographs, Elena Haydon
Haydonâ€™s grandmother suffers from M.S., and so understands the struggles she goes through with her day-to-day life. The M.S. Therapy centre in Bristol relies on donations alone to provide the patients with the best equipment possible.
Electrical beds help with patientsâ€™ muscles. They are placed upright for maximum treatment efficiency - M.S Centre, Bradley stoke, Bristol
Above: A patient during an exercise session.
Right: Amrik - a therapist - and a nurse move a patient on to the bed using a hoist.
Multiple Sclerosis (M.S.) is a neurological condition that affects people in different ways: fatigue; problems with vision; difficulty with walking. In this series of photographs, I wanted to capture how people with M.S. cope with their condition and what happens at the support centre. Unfortunately, M.S. is incurable and usually gets worse with age; however, with the right support, people manage to both mentally and physically cope better and come to terms with the disease they have. The M.S. therapy centre that I photographed has only recently been built; the old one in Nailsea,
north Somerset, was too small and set within an inappropriately-sized industrial estate. The new centre cost ÂŁ1.3 million to build and was designed to a much preferable standard, enabling people to have a stress-free experience whilst visiting regularly. Incredibly, the new centre was paid for through donations alone. Donations are incredibly important for this charity as they allow the centre to provide the best care and equipment possible for the patients. Fund-raisers - such as fire walking, zip wiring and most recently abseiling - are a fun way to get the community involved with raising money.
Above: Amrik and a nurse strapping a patient in to an electrical bed which helps with muscular problems.
Right: Amrik helping a patient with her stretches.
The staff does their best to maintain a positive and friendly atmosphere, allowing the patients to integrate as one â€˜familyâ€™. After regular therapy sessions - including oxygen therapy, massages, stretches and exercises - the staff and patients will sit down and have tea and biscuits to relax. This time also allows the patients to talk to one another about their lives and day-to-day problems. This amazing new centre in Bristol makes people a lot more comfortable talking to one another whether they struggle with the same issues or not. It makes them feel a lot less alone in life and more positive about their present and future days to come. PHP
silver brawl ROBERT HERRON
St Columb Minor, Cornwall plays host to an ancient Cornish game called â€˜Hurlingâ€™ (The Silver Ball) which has been played in the town for centuries. Above, a group of people tackle a man from the opposite team holding the silver ball.
Above: The official starter of the competetion stands on top of a step ladder about to throw the silver ball.
Right: A man runs with his team mates in order to catch up with the silver ball.
Next double page spread: A man is tackled while holding onto the silver ball by the opposing team.
St. Columb Major is a peaceful little town, situated near Newquay, Cornwall. However, twice a year, this small township plays the ancient Cornish game of Hurling (The Silver Ball), which has been a St. Columb Major tradition for centuries. The game is simple: the town is split in to two opposing teams – the ‘Townsmen’ and the ‘Countrymen’ – each with around three hundred people. Before the game begins, everybody gathers in the centre of St. Columb to watch the town crier throw the traditional silver ball – which is made from applewood coated in sterling silver – in to the air. The two teams then must try to catch and keep it within their team. The ‘Townsmen’ must try and keep the silver ball within the designated areas of the town, and the ‘Countrymen’ have to land it in horse troughs placed at either end of St. Columb Major. The game lasts for one hour and, depending on what team is in control of it when the time is up, a winner is decided. The people of St Columb Major look forward to the Hurling games, which happen twice a year – firstly on Shrove Tuesday, and then the second Saturday following. The whole town is brought together, to join or spectate, as the two teams’ battle for victory takes place. Hurling is a very rough game, where cuts and bruises are viewed as trophies. Patriotism is the foundation of the tradition, and the two teams give it their all, grabbing and tackling whoever is in possession of the silver ball. A break in the battle will come when a team member gives the ball to their families, who are usually spectators. This gives them the chance to get involved with the town’s ancient tradition, before throwing it back for the two teams to continue their patriotic crusade for victory. PHP
Pig house photographer Shannon Kelly went to the H.G Wells centre in Woking to photograph the Shin kicks Thai boxing event. The two boxers shown are Carlton Lieu from the Chieu gym and Luke Portainer from the Diablo gym.
Luke Portainer throwing a right kick to the midsection.
Luke Portainer and one of his training coaches Will Kelly. Will is giving Luke encouragement in between two of the rounds.
Above: Luke landing a left hook to the ribs,. Right: Luke Portainer waiting back stage after warming up.
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Fragility of Life Anna Partington
Touching upon the extremely personal issue of her grandmotherâ€™s battle with terminal ovarian cancer, Anna Partington documents the fragility of a human life.
This is my 85-year-old grandmother, Doris, who suffers from terminal ovarian cancer. She has secondaries in the bowl, liver and lungs and her state is extremely fragile. 24-hours-a-day, she is being cared for by my mother, who has multiple sclerosis. Doris is now bed-bound next to her sick bowl. She refuses to move in to a home or go to hospital. Her ideal place of death is the Garden House Hospice in Letchworth Garden City, North Hertfordshire. It is where my grandfather, her husband, died. She is soon to be moved to the downstairs of her house when her hospital bed arrives. She is stubborn about moving as she believes that this means she will soon die. The truth is, it makes caring for her a lot easier for everyone involved. Sadly, she may well pass away before the bed even gets to her.
The day before her respite care finished at the Garden House Hospice in Letchworth, she had her hair cut by a volunteer. As a cancer patient who has had very intense chemotherapy, she is remarkably lucky to still have a full head of hair; for this portrait she wanted me to apply her favourite lipstick and to brush her hair. But most importantly, she requested to wear the gold locket shown in the picture, which contains a photograph of my sister and I. Doris wore this locket necklace to every single chemotherapy session.
The two-bedroom, ex-council-house is filled with medication. This is Doris’ kitchen table, with some of her vital drugs and equipment spread across its surface. It is only a matter of time before all of the drugs stop working. She also has anxiety problems, which is medicated for as well. She is frightened to be left alone - “The time comes where you can’t do it anymore. I don’t want that time to come”
My mother receives frequent help from a team of carers - District nurses and Marie Curie nurses. The two district nurses change Dorisâ€™ automatic injecting machine, which releases medicines in liquid form to her so she doesnâ€™t have to swallow large amounts of water and tablets, which makes her sick. She can only sip water through a straw very slowly.
Doris’ walking stick is part of her day-to-day life, but she always seems to lose it in odd places around the house. The state of her health means she can no longer walk and this stick hasn’t been moved for weeks now. As she slowly deteriorates in her bed upstairs, she said: “I just want to scream”. PHP
on his shoulders Julia Nottingham
How many people do you know who put the needs of others before their own? All of us worry that, at some point, we will find ourselves in that position. The idea of looking after somebody for a short while does not seem so bad; but imagine if that is your life, day-in, day-out, for years. Julia Nottingham meets David Burleigh to experience the life of a home carer.
David Burleigh attends the Helston Carers support group. He cares for his father, Jack who has dementia. He started going to the group because he wanted to gain information which the other carers could then provide him with. Culdrose Community Centre, Cornwall. 5 March 2012
Above: David Burleigh has finished feeding his father Jack. Davidâ€™s role as a carer means that he often feels isolated and lonely. Helston, Cornwall, 7 March 2012
Right: David Burleigh readies his father Jack for bed. This is one of the tasks that David has to perform to look after his father. Helston, Cornwall, 7 March 2012
When introducing myself to Jack Burley, I realised that he might never remember the encounter. He was sitting on an armchair – placed directly in front of a TV - in the small but cosy living room of his house in Stithians, Cornwall. He gave me a warm and gentle smile. Jack seems like a perfectly normal elderly man, but this couldn’t be further from the truth; he lives with the illness of dementia, and needs constant care. Looking at the small man, I wondered whether he would ever really understand how much his own son was looking after him. For David Burley, it is his priority to support his father. To do this as successfully as possible, he attended a Carers’ Support Group in Helston, Cornwall, two years ago, gaining vital knowledge and advice from others who have had similar experiences. David hands his father, who is still in the
armchair, a tray of food for dinner before picking up his own and sitting across from him. He told me that going to the support group and attending a band class once a week was his only real break from caring. He has played the B-flat bass tuba since he was eleven years’ old at the same music group where he plays today. Home carers save the UK roughly £119 billion a year (source: Carer’s UK). David - like many others – does not gain any recognition for his incredible efforts. Home carers, on average, will work for over 50 hours a week over the period of many years; often, it can lead to poor health in the carers themselves. I felt privileged to be able to attend the support group earlier that week at the Culdrose Community Centre in Helston. I was told first-
Above: The kitchen of the carers community centre in Helston, Cornwall. The group have tea or coffee and sit around chatting with one another. This is how they are able to come together and support each other. 5 March 2012
Right: David Burleigh at the carers support group in Helston, Cornwall with fellow members. David said that going to the group was one of the few breaks which you are able to have from being a carer and by attending, you are able to be with people who have been through similare situations. 5 March 2012
hand how much help it has been for them to get together and catch-up every month. One woman said how she would push her husband down the high street in a wheel chair, often bumping in to people she knew. She said how they would always ask how her husband was, but never how she was. The woman went on to say that people always think they know what you are going through, but they really don’t until they experience it. I realise now just how true this statement was. Back at David’s house I continued following his daily routine. One night, he put Jack to bed early. As I watched the two of them, I wondered if in the future I would be in David’s position, caring for an elderly parent. It is quite possible. Over the next 30 years, the number of people home caring is estimated to
rise by 60 percent, meaning that many of us may well be put in David Burley’s position. For now, he continues the valiant effort of looking after his beloved father. PHP
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London-born photographer Kat Waters pays a visit to Surreyâ€™s Poppy Factory, meeting the people behind the iconic symbols of remembrance. In doing so, she discovers an assembly of incredible people who dedicate their lives to making sure that, each Armistice, there is a poppy on everyoneâ€™s jumper.
Originally called ‘The Disabled Society’, The Poppy Factory in Richmond, Surrey, has been making poppies, crosses and wreaths for nearly 90 years. The artificial flowers, now iconic across Commonwealth states, are of course the symbol of the Royal British Legion’s annual Remembrance Day appeal, but the humanitarian impact of this charity goes beyond the obvious fundraising aspect; since 2007, the Factory has also been employing wounded, injured or sick ex-military personnel of all backgrounds and ages, furthering their chances of future employment around the UK. The Factory was originally set up in 1922 by Major George Howson MC, who served on the Western Front, and now employs a workforce of around 40 poppymakers. However, nowadays there are only 5 ex-servicemen and women working on the production line in the factory – the rest are ‘dependents’, whose lives and welfare depends on someone in the armed forces.
For a place with so sombre a purpose there is a jarringly normal atmosphere about the factory. Radio Jackie pumps ‘Moves Like Jagger’ over a vast, high-ceilinged room that whirrs and buzzes with the sound of machinery from one corner. The workers each sit at desks that bear the photos, post cards, mascots and other scrapbooked objects that indicate towards a life completely separate to the factory, and indeed the armed forces. In a production line such as this, it is somehow surprising to see these vestiges of autonomy that relate in no specific way to the military. Some are dressed more smartly than others; Stephen and Forbes, some of the company’s longest-employed poppymakers, make wreaths with such speed that it becomes clear, in early March, just how high the demand is, even so far ahead of the Armistice. But while they hold this responsibility, they merrily show me the cards sent to them
by schoolchildren who visited the Factory; Stephen points me to a corner of the Factory where, several years previously, he met his wife on their way to the canteen. “That’s my little darling wife” he says proudly, showing me a photograph of the woman who sits only a few metres across the room. These are not people without challenges; the employees have a wide range of disabilities, from visual and auditory impairments to mobility difficulties. However, as each year’s Remembrance Day appeal comes around, each poppy, cross and wreath, made by hand in this room, continues to symbolize a life lost – a sacrifice made – and an end. But after visiting The Poppy Factory and meeting the people whose lives have been turned around, they will hold a different meaning for me - a new life, a gift: a second chance. PHP
HUNT JACK KENYON
Lewes arms Olivia bohac
Over the 2012 Easter bank holiday weekend, Olivia Bohac met with the bar manager and locals of the Lewes Arms in Lewes, Sussex. The visit was following a local dispute and boycott over the withdrawal of the much-loved Harveyâ€™s Best Bitter.
The front entrance of the Lewes Arms pub, Lewes, East Sussex.
Above: Tamsin Cole, a barmaid at theLewes Arms, pours a pint of Harveyâ€™s bitter.
Right: The Harveyâ€™s tap stands proud, amongst other draughts.
Above: Regulars enjoying a lunch time drink at the Lewes Arms
Right: Looking from the inside-out of the front door to the Lewes Arms
The 220-year-old Lewes Arms is a popular establishment situated in the outskirts of Lewes, East Sussex. Lewes is also home to ‘Harvey’s Brewery’ (Harvey & Song Ltd.) that was founded in the centre of the town in 1790, approximately half a mile from the pub. In 2006, Greene King brewery took over the Lewes Arms, and controversially withdrew the locallybrewed Harvey’s Sussex Best Bitter in December 2006; the decision turned in to a public relations disaster. Following the withdrawal, the pub regulars staged a well publicised boycott, with a regular vigil outside the pub at peak times to explain the situation to casual visitors, resulting in a 90% loss of trade. A petition of 1200 signatures also spokeout against the withdrawal. The campaign gained national coverage in The Guardian, The Mail on
Sunday, The Financial Times, BBC Radio 4, The Observer, and The Evening Standard. The outcome, after a 133-day boycott, resulted in a highly-critical article in The Guardian and a corporate reorganization in March 2007. One month later, Greene King announced that it would reinstate the range of Harvey’s ales at the Lewes Arms. Power to the people! PHP
cornish numbers Samuel shrimpton
community within Cornwall â€“ a community of moth-enthusiasts. He met Tony James at Devichoys Wood, inbetween Falmouth and Truro. Spending the evening with him and Bioscience student Beth Roberts, they explored the world of Moths. Multiple enthusiasts turned up across the woods from different clearings, illuminating the areas like football fields with bright mercury vapour lamps and UV bulbs. A truly beautiful spectacle, Shrimpton tried to capture the ambiance of the experience via the means of photography.
Tony, his wife and young moth trappers sit around the pyramid trap waiting for the UV bulbs to lure in the moths and record their numbers. The light illuminates the clearing and the moths begin to arrive.
Above: A Moth is held up to the light to be identified. The bright UV and eco bulbs shine through the jar to illuminate the species.
Right: Tony indentifies the latest Moths to wander into the trap. He works quickly so that the Moths do not get distressed and can be released once again.
Above: A Moth is held up to the light to be identified. The bright UV and eco bulbs shine through the jar to illuminate the species.
Right: Tony indentifies the latest Moths to wander into the trap. He works quickly so that the Moths do not get distressed and can be released once again.
Tony James works hard to keep the moth records of Cornwall up-to-date as the appointed County Moth Recorder, creating a system of his own to correlate the data. Having around 250,000 entries in the county database, he provides information to the Natural History Museum and the National Moth Recording Scheme. The most commonly-used method to catch moths is to use a white sheet on a washing line with a mercury vapour bulb. Tony, however, has devised his own system: he has a trolley constructed from aluminum with a built-in light powered by two car batteries. The trolley holds his moth trap, chairs and all the specimen containers. Two nights a week, Tony takes his custom-built kit to record the different moth species throughout the year with his fellow moth trappers.
Another intriguing piece of equipment he devised himself lures the moths using two UV Bulbs and two economy bulbs. They are powered by two car batteries on the trolley and sit in the middle of an aluminum pyramid with a fine white sheet over the top. This is a far easier system for Tony as, instead of them lying on the floor near the sheet – being hard to remove from the hanging sheet – they rest on a sturdy structure making them easily catchable. They are then put in to specimen pots and identified; once there, the moths will stay until the end of the night when they are released. Tony has a collection of rare moths that he keeps in their untouched form. He doesn’t agree with dissection and believes that if you cannot identify these beautiful creatures from there
exterior patterns then you need to study more. His collection has helped discover rare moths from the tropics which are now surprisingly breeding in the UK. Ultimately, he is part of a vast community that is voluntarily recording the current natural state of the United Kingdom. PHP
Patrick Campbell investigates Chyan Community
trailer-park in the south of Cornwall. It is not your regular travelersâ€™ site, however. On the contrary, people living at Chyan make the farm their home, living a sustainable life from the land.
Relaxation and Conversation over a nice cup of tea in the home of Chloe, Amber and Gregg
There are, on average, around fifteen people that live on Chyan Community Fields at any given time. Their caravans, trucks and old busses fill not a travelersâ€™ site, but where communities stay for long periods of time and make it their home. It is an alternative way of living, with the majority of it being self-sustainable. They charge their batteries for electricity via on-site wind turbines and their water comes from a nearby spring. Each person rents their space for a small fee - or, if preffered, they can complete around eight hoursâ€™ volunteer work on the farm to pay their way. I made two visits to Chyan Community Fields; firstly on Wednesday 15th February - for introductions - and then from Saturday 18th February I spent a day and night, documenting
the small community and how they interact with one another. What I really took from the whole experience was how close they all are; as it is such a small community of like-minded people, a very tight-knit relationship is formed between residents. They were all more than accommodating and welcoming, making me feel right at home during my stay. On the second evening, everyone got together for a Greek-style barbeque. One man was in charge of the lamb kebabs, whilst others passed around drinks. The sense of community was in full flow: more so than if 10 people were sitting about a table in a fancy bar sipping on cocktails. You could see the enjoyment in everyoneâ€™s faces; nobody afraid to be themselves; nobody there to judge.
After everyone had finished eating, there was impromptu music. Gregg and Chris alternated between the guitar and percussion, and Marina brought out her flute. I sat in the corner, quietly photographing and taking in the atmosphere. I must admit that I am slightly envious of their lifestyle - it felt to me as if their simpler way of living was far more beneficial. They have everything they need, and can spend their time enjoying each other’s company in the evening; enjoying the little things in a time where everyone is so preoccupied with the budget, the cost of living and the rising prices of material possessions that increase or ‘happiness’. In a Time when people - and I am guilty as any for this - spend hours in the day staring at computer screens, refreshing the various social networking sites, waiting for a notification to pop-up, clarifying a friendship status. These people should look at Chyan as I did, and take a page out of their book: to start enjoying life together. PHP
The Old Smithy Sam barnes
Mawnan Smith is small village in the heart of Cornwall; it is a village once famed for the blacksmiths it produced. In 1994, The Old Smithy closed its doors after over 100 years of operation. However, as photographer Sam Barnes found out, this did not mean the end of the Mawnan blacksmith, but the dawn of a new era.
Richard Hingley welds up a hole in the base of the woodburner. The traditional equpiment was what originally lured him to Mawnan Smith.
Richard Hingley drills a hole in a piece of metal using the original drill that has been in the The Old Smithy since the late 1800â€™s.
Hingley grinds down some imperfections in a wood burner. This is one of the final tasks before the product is ready to be returned to the client.
The Old Smithy underwent an enormous restoration process recently, courtesy of The Anvil Trust. This restoration has seen the old forge returned to its former glory. It is now the work-place of Richard Hingley, who makes use of the original tools found in the workshop some 100 years ago. Richard Hingley trained at the Blacksmithsâ€™ College in Hereford, but now resides in Mawnan Smith itself. He employs traditional forging techniques to produce a range of bespoke items for numerous uses and trades - including the traditional Cornish boating industry. He offers a tailormade, design-and-build service; something that is hard to find these days. During the time I spent with Richard, he repaired an old wood burner for a friend of his. Although the burner was only small in size, a lot of work was required. These photographs were taken throughout the day, and show how Richard marries both traditional and modern techniques. For more information regarding the restoration process, or The Old Smithy workshops, visit: www.mawnansmith.org PHP
(Hidden Costs) tONY kERNSHAW
On 14th march 2012 - whilst in central London - Tony Kershaw came across an organised student protest from the University of London. Keen to know more, Kernshaw pursued with camera in-hand.
Students from the University of London gather in the city centre.
The protest was to promote the launch of a national day of action against the government’s higher education plans. The actions included walkouts from university campuses across the country. The National Union of Students (NUS) said lectures would be boycotted as students joined rallies, marches, petition-signing and other events across England.
the “hidden costs” of university education such as books, trips and other essential equipment.
Action will be held at a number of campuses, including King’s College and Goldsmiths in London and universities in Sussex, Liverpool, Manchester, Kingston, Brighton, Birmingham, East Anglia, Bournemouth, York and Edinburgh.
“When the government quietly dropped plans for a higher education bill earlier this year they didn’t drop their plans. They simply removed the opportunity for the kind of scrutiny that has been afforded to changes to the NHS.
The NUS said students will be demonstrating their anger at ministers who have not made clear their plans for increased “marketisation” of higher education and
“Students, parents, lecturers and anyone with a stake in education wants to know what the government and our institutions have in store for higher education and
NUS president Liam Burns said: “We need a national debate on changes to higher education and this week we will remind ministers that we are watching what they’re doing.
demand that they come clean.” The walkout comes in a week of action designed to show that high tuition fees, hidden course costs and a lack of bursaries are pricing students out of education. The NUS said it wants universities to explain the true cost of being a student, and for the government to spell out the future of the education system. A spokesman from the Department of Business, Innovation and Skills said: “We are putting students at the heart of the system, with a diverse range of providers offering high-quality teaching. Going to university depends on ability not the ability to pay. “Most new students will not pay up-front, there will be more financial support for those from disadvantaged backgrounds
and everyone will make lower monthly loan repayments than they do now once they are in well-paid jobs”. The protest was also designed to raise awareness about police brutality, following the hospitalisation of Alfie Meadows - a student present at a demonstration at Westminster Abbey. Meadows had to undergo brain surgery following clashes with police after a peaceful march descended into chaos on December 9, 2010. Over 10,000 people took part in the central London march, the last of four demonstrations that took place in late 2010 over increases in tuition fees. PHP
the merlin p r o j e c t samantha letten The Merlin Project is Cornwallâ€™s only Multiple Sclerosis support center, based in St Austell, Cornwall. Ellie May, marketing and communications manager for The Merlin Project, showed Pig House Pictures photographer Samantha Letten around the centre. Throughout the course of two weeks, Letten became part of the establishment, befriending the patients as well as discussing their conditions and feelings. Although they may not have the quality of life they would prefer, by providing therapies and support The Merlin Project plays an integral part in helping the patients learn to live with Multiple Sclerosis.
Peter using a weighted ball to build up his strength, during physiotherapy.
Above: Martin being helped with his mask whilst getting ready for his oxygen treatment.
Right: The oxygen therapy control panel.
The Merlin Project is Cornwall’s only Multiple Sclerosis treatment centre; their mission, since the spring of 2009, is to create, develop and sustain a centre of excellence for the delivery of treatments, support and fellowship to those with Multiple Sclerosis, as well as their families and carers. The centre is situated in St Austell, Cornwall, a rural locale offering peace and tranquility to all who visit. Multiple Sclerosis is a cruel and incurable disease; it can strike without warning, and patients face a frightening future with symptoms that can occur at an alarming rate. The centre offers a range of treatments, including; ‘Bowen’, physiotherapy, oxygen therapy, reflexology and ‘spinal touch’, as well as a counseling service. Oxygen treatment involves breathing high levels of oxygen in
a pressurised chamber; when inhaled under pressure, it increases the amount oxygen in the blood stream. ‘Bowen’ is a specialist technique that helps with muscle and ligament relaxation. ‘Spinal touch’ is yet another specialist technique that helps with M.S.-related problems, such as posture. Jo Faro, one of The Merlin Project’s regular visitors, has been attending the centre for nine months. Jo and her husband moved from Wales after she was diagnosed with M.S. in 2004; the couple felt that moving was the best plan of action, as the centre in St. Austell offers unrivaled facilities – such as Oxygen therapy – which others do not. Jo attends circuits – to help build her strength and general fitness – as well as ‘Bowen therapy’, in which gentle movements are performed, helping with
Above: Martin using the exercise bike at The Merlin Project.
Right: Jo undergoing Bowen therapy with Christine.
muscle relaxation and posture. Another of The Merlin Projectâ€™s regular patients is Martin, who attends everyday with his wife, who is also his full-time carer. Martin is wheelchairbound and his condition means that he gets tired extremely quickly. The support which The Merlin Project offers means that people suffering with M.S. can make the most out of what they have; a simple commodity during a difficult time. PHP
Tel: 01726 885530 Website: www.merlinproject.org.uk Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
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A huge thankyou to everybody from the press & editorial photography course for your stories and helping this thing happen PHP