I hear lots of negative comments about Wrexham town the place I was born in. I have fond memories as a child visiting the town on Saturdays. I used to catch the train from Penyffordd on those old trains when the doors used to open outwards and my mischievous friend, Paul Jones, used to hang out the window having a sneaky cigarette.

It isn’t all bad in Wrexham. It has a very long history and was once a bustling market town.

I’ve had busy month travelling to places as far as field as Huddersfield to photograph for Tweedmill Textiles and Whitchurch to capture business portraits and I do lots of work at Brockley, a niche Restaurant specialising in healthy eating.

Sit back and enjoy the beautiful town that is Wrexham…