Because my sister refuses to produce a little niece or nephew for me, I have to turn to old friends to provide bumps to photograph, little bundles to hold, gorgeous kids to cuddle.
And I’ve always loved Brighton. It’s settled on the seafront, with enough British kitsch to keep everyone happy and plenty of fish and chip shops to keep me full. So it was ever so kind of friends to settle there, giving me excuses to visit, sofas to surf.
The plan was quite simple and was as follows:
- make use of Dad-to-be in his lunch hour
- wander the lanes
- slurp a milkshake
- promenade on the beach
We followed that plan.
And added to it. Because I also decided to create a human hazard by stretching out on the pavement during the midday swarms. In my defence, it was to get a couple of my favourite maternity portraits when a bright red sofa and an amazing light fitting took my fancy. Louise, heavily pregnant, appreciated the sit down.
Later, when the sea breeze cooled and the early evening light warmed a little, we also managed a fly past of local seagulls to carefully match her cardigan.
You see? Nature and knitwear in perfect harmony.
And just so you know – the boy that was hanging out in that bump is glorious. And now, nearly 1.
I call him Bertie Button. His parents refuse to rename him.
If you have a family story brewing and would like me to capture the first chapter for you, give me a call on 0784 147 9035, or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. We’ll make a plan.