I have a fondness, or rather, a really silly obsession with doors. They are the kind of a thing I always like to photograph. There is something quite magical about a really old, or really unique door. It is almost as if the neater the door, the neater whatever is behind it. This of course isn’t always true. The character of a good old door is unmistakable though, and, as with most things, they just don’t make them like they use to.
Here is a small selection from my recent trip to the UK and Ireland.