Switch your TV on and the talk will be of the trillions, billions and millions of pounds of debt that we are all in. If that doesn’t depress you, then news of Mexican Flu, Politician’s funding second homes and the ongoing wars, will. So I spend my saturday afternoon photographing in the local woods and a couple of fields of rape seed that are teaming with butterfly. A couple of hours here and the worlds problems seem to have vanished, at least until I turn my TV back on.

The countryside is bursting into life now. Orange Tip, Comma and Peacock butterflies flutter in and out of the trees stopping only to sample the delights of forget-me-nots, blue bell, wild garlic and nettles. My spirits soar on days like these, with a promise that summer is just around the corner, and the dark evenings are quickly becoming a distant memory.

Sunday afternoon was spent photographing at Howe Stean Gorge, near Lofthouse in the Yorkshire Dales. Walking back to my car I came across a group of lambs jumping on and off a couple of rocks. Cute!

5.30pm on a friday afternoon and I want to get away from my computer and out into the fresh spring air. Sitting on the riverbank watching the fading light and all the problems of the week disappear. I think when the sun’s rays appear like this it’s called the Fingers of God.