This summer I went with my girlfriend and a group of friends to spend a week on the island of Norrmansö in Sweden. We stayed in a group of cabins surrounded by trees, which coupled with excessive plaid/flannel-wearing made me think I was living inside a Mount Eerie song. We had to boat across from the mainland from a place called Spillersboda; I knew that once on the island we would be surrounded by water so I bought one of those disposable underwater cameras that you can get from chemists, thinking I'd be able to get some great shots of people diving and swimming underwater and so forth. However, despite the near-constant sun, the lake never really got warm enough for swimming, and I was always short on volunteers. At some point during the week one of the other guys and I took a canoe over to the nearest island opposite. It was a tiny body of land that seemed completely untouched by any life other than the trees around us and the moss underfoot.

THANK YOU SIMON MARSHAM. #

This is a photo of my ex- and current girlfriend. I think she's pretty good at reading me, and I guess I was feeling pretty stressed this day or something similar. In mid shower, she bolted out and grabbed my camera and said something along the lines of 'these will be cute.' She was more or less right: perfectly foggy, perfectly grainy. I miss her when she's not around.

THANK YOU DIMITRI KARAKOSTAS. #

This is Jack and India. We all got together for a friend's birthday where she held a World War II (or a less morbid sounding 1940s) themed party. We drank tea, ate cake and danced. I think it's the most British I have ever felt. God save the Queen 'n all that.

THANK YOU JESS GOUGH (2nd time!). #