I have always been much more of a journal keeper than photographer. The number of photos I’ve taken in my life, certainly in the pre-smart phone era, is tiny. Nowadays I think its a shame, since there are virtually no images of the period when I did most of my travelling and many of the interesting things that I’ve done in my life happened. Over the summer I came across a few images from a stay in India in the early 90s. India remains the most memorable country I’ve ever been to, perhaps because I was really young, but also because I’ve not been anywhere subsequently that was so different from everywhere else. Paradoxically I don’t recall many details about the trip, except for my own terrible sickness and the crowds, the animals and the poverty all around: I’d set myself a budget of £1 a day, which I imagined would bring me into contact with the ‘real India’. I can still ‘feel’ that trip quite keenly today when I hear Indian music or get a whiff of incense, but I think my ‘memories’ of India are mostly constructions based on Naipaul and other writers on my India bookshelf. I haven’t been back in nearly 20 years, and I imagine a lot will have changed. Obviously, a lot has changed to me as well. An Indian trip is one of the things on my agenda for 2014.