Prior warning, this is going to be a serious one! I’m going to be getting pretty deep here, so if you’re in this post looking for jokey, doesn’t take the world seriously Punshon, he’ll be back after a short interlude. 🙂
A couple of weeks back I had a photo shoot with my family. We went down to the little mini-woods in Goring Gap.
It’s great down there. It’s like a crack in the universe. You just step through a tree branch out of this field into this strip of tiny forest, where through the gaps at each edge you can look out onto wide open field and beach like looking through a portal.
It almost didn’t go to plan either. Our photographer, Sophie, had an old wooden step-ladder as a prop. That very morning, she’d lean’t it up against something while she took some photos of the family she was shooting, turned around, and they’d completely disappeared!
Turned out Beach Patrol had taken them! So she had to go right down to the beach office to get them back.
So when we got there she was running a bit late!
But fast-forward to today, and we were in her studio looking at the photos, trying to narrow it down to 10. as they were laid out in frames for us to choose.