I don’t consider myself to be a car enthusiast and this series of pictures only began during a landscape photography trip to the Lake District when I heard of a rally close to where I stay. High up on the fell above Honister slate mine, that November day was bitingly-cold, windy, raining and then snowing and then raining again – such an ordeal that more than once I wanted to quit and head for home. But it was also great being so close to the action and the dramatic background meant my longer lenses stayed in the bag in favour of a wide angle lens, and grad filters for the sky.

It turned out that this was an annual Vintage Sports-Car Club event and I’m often up there at that time of year. Sometimes it’s dark and torrentially-wet all day, or autumn might be late and there’s still lots of gorgeous colour, and I try to exploit my local knowledge so the pictures remain very much landscapes but with cars. I just wouldn’t want people to think I took car pictures….

Gradually, and as you may gather somewhat-reluctantly, I found myself making trips to other venues around the country. But my interest in motorsport remains very much about the photography and the pleasure comes not from the smell of petrol but from choosing the right shutter speed which froze action but kept the sense of movement, or from panning the camera and getting that one sharp frame. And lovely though the cars may be, I’m stubbornly immune to the heritage of historic marques or the peculiarities of chain-driven┬átransmission systems!