Bull Whisperer

They call me the bull whisperer cos no matter where in the world I go, the bulls come and tell me their secrets.

Aspiring bull

We made our annual jaunt up Mount Aspiring today. Cloudy, cold and rainy, beautifully bleak. Got some amazing scenery shots, but had to go with this close up of a black angus bull. What a handsome devil! Whilst there are fences and paddocks and some of the farmers to make some semblence of containing the

Wary local in Île des Pins

Sometimes you just can’t find a place to hide… There I was, ready to throw a paddy in gorgeous Île des Pins. The day was crystal, the beaches pristine white sand, locals were cooking up fresh-caught langostinos the size of Maine lobsters on open spits… and my best (and bloody expensive!) lens was all fogged