It’s a rare day (in our house at least!) when a mood of spontaneity takes over. I’ve become seriously good, these past eleven years, at planning things to the letter. I think it’s a skill that you learn pretty quickly as a mum – calculating the exact amount of time it will take to get out the door (hair/ shoes/ coats), what apparatus todays adventure will require (suncream/ woolly hats/ scooter helmets), and the specific amount of baby wipes that you’ll work your way through on any given date (hundreds! What did we do without them?) Life is one big, organisational journey.
I’m on a mission to embrace so much more of the last-minute though. The drop and go. The simple, everyday adventures. It’s always those that our children remember most I think.
We went in search of bluebells this weekend, very much on a whim and in spite of the crazy, temperamental weather. It was utterly worth it…
I think these are maybe some of my favourite photos ever. The nature of doing what I do is very much tied up in styling and presentation. There aren’t many times when we set out to take photos and I don’t think about what it would be best to wear, or a certain colour palette, or light, or weather. It comes as part and parcel of the job. But I think these pictures prove that, on occasion, the very best things are borne by accident. That the accidental and the unplanned are wonderful too. It’s something I’m encouraged to remember more often.
My favourite people. One beautiful, magical place.
Extraordinary beauty on the most ordinary of days.