where the skylarks soar

A Father’s Day afternoon walk on the common. My Dad, my love, the boys, my Mum, and me. Underfoot, the long grasses swished, dotted with wild flowers, orchids and all. Above, the skylarks soared, and my Dad taught me to identify their song. The air was humid, the sky swirled with clouds. In a rocky indentation, the boys scrambled and climbed, up and down, gathering rocks and searching for fossils. The baby, in the sling, woke up hot and bothered, but climbed smiling into his Grandad’s arms.

{Having just begun my ecourse with Xanthe Berkeley, I experimented with my first ever piece of DSLR video footage. It’s clear that I have a lot to learn!}