I remember it was about lunchtime on the second day of our trek in Nepal when the gastro bug that had started to hit our school group with a vengeance got me too.

The joy of photographing in a new and inspiring place was swept away and my camera went from its ready for action position around my neck to firmly stowed in my pack for the next few days and forgotten about. It was now all about getting myself and the other mostly sick 20 people in our group from A to B- looking down and putting one foot in front of the other as we headed a long way uphill.

Thankfully, just like ‘all good things must come to and end’, so too do all bad things. Those uphills became downhills and I knew I was starting to come right when I had the energy to reclaim my camera and start looking at the world around me again with fresh eyes.

Back home now and maybe the resulting photographs with beautiful mountains and friendly people will help to quickly shift those memories of un-photographed tough times to the far recesses of the brain, hopefully to be long forgotten about.