There’s something about summer holiday memories that seem to crystallise exactly what the children were like at that moment. Like a hypercolour snapshot of the very essence of them that jumps off the screen and hits you hard when you look back the photographs or something reminds you of a certain moment. It’s different from the everyday humdrum of family life and it’s quite tender and sweetly painful.
When I look at these I can feel the weight of them on my knee, hear their chatter, smell their sunkissed still warm from the sun limbs. And I know I will still be able to do all of those things long after family holidays become a thing of the past.