Theres always a wind whistling about this house. Perched on the top of a hill as we are, the cold air from the north sea finds its way to our door, even on the sunniest of days. So on evenings when that wind has completely fallen away, and the low summer light fills the house, the children’s usual bedtime routine is thrown out the ‘open’ window. Specially now they’re that little bit older. My summer evenings are filled with shrieks from the trampoline, from grumbles that someone has been unfairly treated at tennis, from endless refilling of water pistols i dislike water pistols ? but we spend all year longing for these summer months; for these moments spent bare foot in the sunshine.
Last Thursday was one of those evenings. It was just too nice to be going to bed. So instead of ushering the boys inside, I grabbed my camera and joined them outside. One of the perks of growing up on a farm has to be the freedom of acres of long grass to run in, play hide and seek in, to make dens and tunnels in – I have many memories of my own in these same fields and its lovely to see my children making their own.
Before the boys disappeared into the grass, I grabbed them for a few shots. I positioned them with their heads blocking the sun to create a halo-like glow to their hair. I love that they were willing little models and posed happily for a few moments. Its lovely to have these candid snapshots of them both, all tanned skin and grubby faces. This is the summer my eldest son broke his arm and under that jumper is a full cast, covered in the names of his friends and their colourful drawings. I can’t help but smile at his brown nose in one of these photos, he has certainly caught the sun! My daughter was less keen to pose and more willing to run off into the sunset!
I love the beam of light that came from the clouds just at the moment she was running across the field! This grass will all be cut short soon and turned into silage feed for the winter, such is the cycle of a working farm. So, until next year…