Shall I let you into a little secret? I don’t care if it rains. In fact, a heavy burst of frantic rainfall is great for me. And sometimes I am happy to be a little selfish about these things. The good people at Wimbledon had the foresight to install that wonderful sliding roof too – so now I can listen to the rain, the back and forth of a hard-fought rally on the radio and relax in a way I never can when it is hot and sticky outside.
I love the sound of rain on the window, the smell of the garden after a shower and the bright, clean look of light on a day like today. Granted, I don’t have to worry about what I will do with a bride and groom if the grey clouds roll in and the rain pours down. I’m sure I’d think differently if I photographed weddings. But for reading, writing and editing photographs (my current holy trinity of past times) rainfall is the perfect audio accompaniment. But if I do have a family session booked, and the weather looks questionable, I don’t mind at all if you don’t. You see, I love the wellies look. And splashing in a puddle is a fantastic activity for the young and young-at-heart.
So whilst I’m becoming all nostalgic about different seasons, in the recent past but also the near future, here’s a look back at a gorgeous little man I visited just before the snow came. Two days later and I would not have made it through the country lanes to their beautiful home. Sometimes, just sometimes, weather timing works for you rather than against.
You’ve all meet Ella right? So when I arrived to meet this family and they asked if I minded pets, I couldn’t have smiled more. Which was a good job, because I have a feeling that this Dad has a very soft spot for his two beautiful dogs. So whilst his little boy stared at me with the eyes of an old soul, the dogs took the opportunity to cuddle up and lick an ear where necessary.
This handsome little chap was their first baby, but when he arrived he made them a very happy family of five.
Oh I do miss wellies and jumpers. I’ve snuck one on for today. But I’ve got the fan on as well to compensate. Ssshhh. Don’t tell the planet.
But I’ll change my tune next week when the weather finally decides that it’s time for summer. Because I’ll fill up the paddling pool (albeit in a shady spot), dip my feet in, then crack open the fizzy pop with a fistful of ice cubes for cool good measure. And then I’ll remember how much I enjoy the warm, hazy evenings of July. Did I mention that I was a little bit contrary too?