Alison

Alison is one of the very few people I feel I instinctively connect with. We met on Holy Isle last year and it was a thrill to find she was one of the eight of us who returned this year. Our photo walks, in silence and not, have always been special times - noticing the wildlife as well as sharing in the special light on the island, which photographers such as we get particularly excited by. It frustrates me that she lives such a distance away, but that doesn't feel as though it has a bearing on the quality of our friendship. We're constantly jokingly accused of conspiring each other, and it's not surprising - I feel I can say anything at all to her.