When you get an urge…

//When you get an urge…


I think I was late twenties and had just started an amazing job., I job I genuinely loved and was ‘going places’ in, but was still the turning point in my head that drove the inner voice that started to mutter…

“I don’t want to fill the pockets of someone I’ve never met”

Now, seriously don’t get me wrong, I really did love that job. I’d been very lucky in my life at that point as I’d worked for 2 massive global sports related companies. It wasn’t them per say that I was beginning to lose the interest in, it was the inner workings of the whole thing and being just another little cog on a little wheel in this country that joins another bigger wheel in another country.

Yes I was apparently good and yes my name seemed to fit (which was a very scary ‘who, me, you serious?’ situation) but I just didn’t want my whole life to be about being just 1 person on a very large corporate Ferris wheel.

Over the years I imagined I’d do all kinds of things. Set up a little café (I burn cakes despite a passion for eating them), run a book shop on river with a café attached (someone else baking), run a little café next to a bike shop/hire centre (theme…) but as life progressed and I became attached to and then married to a military man, I soon realised that a little store/café/pop up tent of any kind wasn’t likely to happen until such times as he put his gun down and stepped away from HM Forces. I continued to be a small cog for a little longer…

But what do to?


I’d had horses all my life, competed too and was happiest with my hands under a warm rug on the shoulders of clipped and happy pony on a winters nights (oh the romance of forgetting the mud!). When I stopped having horses directly at home but had youngsters at livery I’d started doing a bit of photography whilst my they were being shown for me. Whilst standing at the roadside patiently waiting for my Ironman hubby to materialise on his bike or on foot, I’d also taken to the camera doing my best to catch his moments during these long and arduous physical challenges he loved to knock himself out with, and so I’d gained a bit of speed/sport skill. So I started to hone that skill specifically with horses. After a year or so I found myself doing some freelance event work with one or two Equine Event Photographers and happily did this, alongside the day job.

Then I went part-time with the day job, then I did more and more freelance work and then I worked out that however much I really enjoyed it I was still essentially someone else’s cog in their own wheel…

I wanted my own wheel!

I’m still doing freelance work, because on the whole I actually really enjoy it and it’s great being at some of the big venues, but I now do much much less than I ever have to enable me to grow the Equine Portrait business.

I think my wheel is Barbie bike stabilizer size at the moment, but that’s ok…

Have a fabulous week!

Rachel x

By | 2017-06-27T09:10:38+00:00 March 24th, 2017|Categories: Let's Talk Photography|