It feels really strange writing this blog with pictures of my own three boys staring back at me. It’s been long long overdue but finally last weekend I did a proper shoot with Anthony, Thomas and Peter. The shoot itself was a present for my dad’s birthday, and the boys were reminded of this constantly on the way to an old disused quarry

As the boys have been photographed to death by me they knew the drill pretty well. Run around, cause havoc and pose for the odd photograph. It seemed to work well even though it was blowing a gale and Peter, who was holding the reflector at one point, was almost blown into a nearby field. As it was my own three boys being photographed, Health & Safety took a back seat in the quarry

Here are a few shots of the hooligans, I mean my  three beautiful children