“You’re not gonna find no magic mushrooms down there,” he said, grinning at me.

I was crouching, bent forwards, practically face-first in the grass, but I half straightened up and grinned back happily. Neither of us had a clue who the other was; at a guess, I’d say he was what I affectionately call a water gypsy. He probably thought I was a student, given that I was wearing a university hoodie.

The simple truth is this: whilst I’m holding a camera, you can say anything to me and I’ll still be happy. And magic mushrooms aren’t needed; photography is my drug. As long as you aren’t standing in the way of my shot, I’m totally oblivious.

These were all taken with my phone’s camera. And for once, I’m not apologising for that, because I’m officially in love.

Go down the rabbit hole.