“five hours traversing ridges and rough heather”

6 Oct

I run. I go to the gym. I think I’m fit. But nothing says ‘you’re a city boy’ more than being sent out on a deer stalking photography assignment for an editorial client.

You think you’re fit until you have to walk straight up a heather covered hill following a deer stalker who is casually chatting and smoking, while you carry your cameras and your backpack with your wee city chorizo sandwiches, while trying not to break an ankle in the holes hidden in the heather. That soon determines who is fit.

Twice this year I’ve been out to photograph deer stalking, for stories for a client on land management and the clash between land owners and their estates, and those in favour of the nature restoration bill. A complex issue, best explained by reading the article by my colleague Simeon Kerr - I provide a link to behind the paywall, but if may expire depending on number of clicks, sorry.

I present here some of the images, from those two hillside assignments in Perthshire highlands, in Scotland.