The time we spent there was an absolute joy. The food was delicious and very unexpected to me. The people were so open and good fun, there was a no-nonsense openness that I really respected and liked. I can’t help but wonder and worry what happened to the people we met during our time there, many of them were young men and women who are of fighting age. I took a few thousand pictures, many of which are total rubbish. A few however, I think are OK and so I wanted to share the pictures of a happier time in the wonderful city of Kyiv.

One of the apartments we visited was in a block where everyone had been relocated to Kyiv after the Chernobyl disaster. One of the rooms is a bedroom where there’s a picture of a young man who’s room it was. His mother had been there since being relocated and she explained to us that her son had died in 2014 fighting the Russians after they had invaded Crimea. I wonder what her life is like today.