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Parental pride

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THE ma­jor­ity of the gar­den pho­tog­ra­phy for this mag­a­zine is taken in the first hour or two af­ter sun­rise as the light is at its best, which means early starts for the pho­tog­ra­phers. How­ever, on our trip to France with a group of the chil­dren’s friends, I was in­tro­duced to the golden hour, which takes place at the other end of the day, when they’re all fi­nally out of bed. As the sun sank, they took end­less pho­to­graphs of each other.

It’s said that we will take more pho­to­graphs this year than in the en­tire his­tory of the art so far—i fear we’re in­creas­ingly be­com­ing a species of nar­cis­sists.

With Mrs Hedges re­duced to crutches fol­low­ing a knee op­er­a­tion, I was the des­ig­nated taxi driver, which in­cluded tak­ing the chil­dren in shifts to a night­club 40 min­utes away. It was Anna’s first time in such an es­tab­lish­ment, but brother Char­lie had re­cently be­come club­ber of the month at New­cas­tle Univer­sity, a source of some fam­ily pride as nei­ther of his par­ents can dance.

Parental pride comes in many forms: true, I was star­tled when Anna came home and an­nounced that she was go­ing to be a pros­ti­tute, but her per­for­mance in Miss Saigon turned out to be a de­light. MH

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