I started out as a wee girl with a kitchen-cut bob and a disposable camera on our family holiday.

Next, I was a teenie-booper with an emo fringe and a pocket sized, hot-pink Cool-Pix camera. It would be strapped tightly to my wrist for most gigs and I'd sooner be on the last train home without a shoe than my camera.

From there, I was a lost but creative young-adult navigating my way through the world with no money, fried hair, an iPhone and an Instagram account.

And here I am now, a 30-something, fully fledged adult with an overwhelming urge to tell stories through my photographs, wether it's wildlife or wild life. 

I don't where my journey will take me next, but I know I'll be there with dodgy hair and a camera gear in tow.