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