Every few weeks I visit a little island called Mishima – quaint, serene and unspoilt.

After teaching my English lessons for the day, I like to go for a wander with my camera. I try to get as lost as I can, taking new turns and side walks through the islands maze of windy streets. Always though, I stop by a charming little shrine that sits at the precipice of the island – to admire the view. Whilst there, I check on this little guy – his home ensconced in one of the shrines ornamental stone lanterns. He’s been there for a couple of months now, weaving webs and posing for photos.