Anyone who knows me well knows that I have a rather eccentric mother. I can appreciate it more now that I’m an adult, however if you’re a child at the supermarket packing food into multi-coloured knitted bags (15 years before green bags even existed) then it’s hard to not be embarrassed.
My first word was ‘sulcies’ (baby speak for sultanas), we got carob ‘chocolate’ on Easter and the first time my brother and I had McDonalds we had to go to hospital because my brother had an asthma attack. His body wasn’t used to all the additives.
On Saturday my mother got married for the second time and in her true style put on a hippy wedding. The ceremony was held where I grew up, at the family home. Amongst all the madness I managed to get a few snaps that act as a sort of behind-the-scenes to an event in my life.