Truly there is nothing so infectious as the gurgling laughter of a baby. That honest and warm chuckle that seems to come from the very tips of their toes. You just can’t help but smile and laugh in return. As Cerys pulled back my hands to see my eyes and my repeated “peep-po” the laughter came again. Everything was of interest: my face, what was under the carpet…my camera. Everything was chewed and tasted. It appears that wooden giraffes are especially yum.
When it all gets too much, well time for a sleep, mid photo shoot. Quite right. And what better place to do it then in the arms of your loving parents. Gently rocked by the warm winds of summers last gasp and the slowly turning leaves of the beeches in the Royal Crescent. What a wonderful moment and what a privilege to photograph.