My journey through Europe began in Dunkirk, a windswept port city where wartime echoes, quiet streets, and off-season honesty offered unexpected depth and beauty.

High in the Swiss Alps lies Verdabbio, a terraced village full of charm, history, and silence. What began as a spontaneous detour became a night of strange mountain encounters, drone flights, sacred art, and the kind of view that stops you in your tracks.

On a bright June day, Bempton Cliffs came alive with seabirds. From gannets to puffins, the RSPB’s tireless conservation reveals both beauty and fragility.