If there was ever a European city to uncover an obsession, Amsterdam would be high up there. I’ve spoken before about my (not so) secret obsession with knobs and knockers, however my obsessions do not end there.

Probably equally as gripping is my obsession with reflections, and the canals of Amsterdam do not disappoint.

At the risk of being run over by a cyclist, or even running head first into a lamp post (that was embarrassing!) I spent a disproportionate amount of my time in Amsterdam with my head down, peering into canals.

You can get reflections anywhere, I hear you say, but the reflections in Amsterdam’s canals are just so interesting.

It becomes a quest to see how many gables you can fit into the one shot.

Or how many bikes.

Or how long a row of houses.

Or how many arches of a bridge.Rather than curing me, I think Amsterdam’s canals may well have made this obsession worse!