This wholesome afternoon was heavily inspired by my own treasured memories. Hours and hours of my childhood spent in my own grandparents' garden. My nan tending to her roses, pop pottering in the veggie patch that was as big as the house. Bees buzzing around as well as magic. My sister and I were always hunting for the fairies my nan would tell us about. In-between overfeeding the goldfish in the pond and spending far too long trying to put the gardening gloves on. The iconic stainless steel washing line and wire laundry basket trolley. Core memories. I put out I was looking to recreate that for someone that had a similar version.

This is what happened.

While inspired by my memories, this is completely their own. A special connection, magic between two little gals and their loving grandparents. Eating flowers and fruits straight from the trees, Grampy playing tunes, birds chirping, the sound of summer in the air and Sharing moments of embrace.

What I would give to have photographs like these of me and my own grandparents.

Photographs allow memories to never ever be forgotten when they may start to fade. That is priceless.