I spent the early part of my childhood, some seven years, in Nicaragua where my father was a forestry advisor until the Sandinista Revolution o f 1979. I returned a number of times as a student and later as a photographer. These photographs are an exploration of Nicaragua’s isolated Miskito communities living along the Atlantic Coast, also known as the Mosquito Coast. The work is bound up with a sense of childhood magic but it is also about opening the story of a people mentioned as refugees in the Sandinista-Contra War and then forgotten.

I made four journeys there over the space of five years. Each trip was about a month long. I always travelled alone and relied totally on human kindness and chance meetings as no arrangements could be made in advance, such is the isolation. I do however wish to thank Mr Island for his hospitality and his friendship, I was very lucky to meet him.