Here are some photos of
our garden in July. July, which has been and gone. Everything has changed faster than I can keep track of. We have lived here for over nine months now. I keep
telling people we have just moved to London, but we haven't, it's
been almost a year.

My kids are nearly
three. That's three years. Three years old. It's really time to start
actually parenting them, not just making sure that they don't kill
themselves or each other. We should probably teach them to use the
toilet and sleep in proper beds, but lord I'm tired. Yesterday Nye
went mountain biking all day (he's better by the way) and left me at
home with the girls. It was the first time in as long as I can
remember that I enjoyed being alone with them all day. Individually
they're great, but together they fight and whine and moan and cry and
steal each others' shit and it drives me completely nuts. I shout at
them 'WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE NICE TO EACH OTHER FOR FIVE MINUTES?' and
they look at me like I'm stupid. They have a point.
Somehow it's over half
way through the year but we've only photographed seven of this year's
twenty weddings. To my surprise, most of
those weddings are in and
around London. It's pretty cool.

On Wednesday Nye and I
are going to France, by ourselves. We'll be away for five days. I'm
photographing a party one of those days, and we'll spend two of them
travelling, but the other two are all ours, all alone in France. It
will be our fifth wedding anniversary while we're there. Some of you
started reading this blog more than five years ago. Hi. And thank
you. It blows my mind that you keep coming back, despite the fact
that for the last three years I've mostly been writing 'I don't know
what to write.'
A few months ago I
started writing properly. I got up every morning before anyone else
was awake and I sat at the computer and wrote Shit I Can Remember for
an hour. Then W&P would wake up and I would spend another hour
drowning out their hysterical yelling with white noise through my
headphones. I did this every day for a month. I wrote 28,000 words.
Then I stopped. For a long time my heart was too sore. Today I woke
up at 6.30am and started again. Who knows if it will stick this time.

Over the last three
months I've
photographed nine families in and around London. To my
surprise, I love it. I think maybe this is what I want to do when I
grow up. I've also started building another website, with my personal work. I really want to get more into lifestyle photography, photographing people and places and spaces and things. I kind of want to show you it but I've kind of called the business my real name, and I'm not sure I'm ready to share that. For now it's okay because I have no idea how to get any work photographing people and places and spaces and things. Does anyone from Country Living read my blog? Would you like to hire me please?