Home Is Where My People Are.

I grew up in a little village in the far west of Wales.

In the middle of nowhere.

I can ride my bike from the door and straight up into the hills.

It’s lovely.

But unfortunately the front door is a long way from other’s front doors.

I didn’t have that many friends as a kid.

I got my first real friends when I started climbing.

At that point the climbing wall became home.

I’d spend hours there.

Then as I got to know more people my home grew.

It grew to the mountains.

It grew to the trails.

To the crags.

To the beaches.

To the sea.

To laybys full of my favourite people living in their vans.

Home isn’t one place anymore.

It’s not really this little village in Wales.

My home moves.

It comes, it goes, it changes.

Home is where my people are.

This all really came true and grew a lot last year.

I met so many people and had the most amazing times with them.

It was a great year.

I have put all my favourite photos from this year of adventures with great people into a little photobook/zine.

There are a few available here.

You can pay however much you want and the money will help put film in my camera, chocolate brownies in my belly and make more projects happen in the future.

Thank you.

Jacob.