"My father was a mountaineer, we lived in the foothills of the Himalayas and now I live in the old hills of the Brecon Beacons, so I have the mountain air coursing through my blood. When you grow up with something as a way of life, you might not really appreciate its beauty. It is only since being an adult in this environment that I have really opened my eyes to my surroundings, challenging myself to climb more, to find out what is around the next corner. The weather in the Brecon Beacons National Park in Wales is constantly changing; the landscapes and the colours. My favourite time of year is the autumn and winter. The colours that carpet the hills are reds, rich yellows, deep greys and purples; the bracken, gorse, sky and heather. When it snows, it sticks in the ancient face of the mountain, the crags, the heather and the sheep’s fleece. Even now the mountains are crumbling, slowing smoothing out, you can see it in soil, patches where the peat has fallen away leaving mini cliffs here and there. The banding of the peat bog and the red sandstone are the colours of the Beacons. These photographs are part of an on going project to capture the off season in the Brecon Beacons, there are less people about, it’s not quite a ghost town, but it is a great time to run wild and be alive in the mountains with no one around."