A couple of years ago, I had no idea what golden hour (the magical hour or so of early evening sunlight, when the light is soft and warm and beautifully hazy) was, or why it was so special. I’d seen it mentioned in the odd magazine article but never knew what it meant, or why it was that photographers always spoke about having to get up early or ‘catch the light’ in the evenings when shooting photos. Now though, it’s one of the things I miss most during the winter months.
I feel like there won’t be too many ‘golden hours’ left, before the days get short and the light turns cold again. So this Sunday, when spending the day looking after my friend’s little girl Ruby and in-between rounds of playdough, colouring, and sticker-ing, we got out and enjoyed the sunshine whilst it lasts. Ruby gathered bunches of ‘flowers’, I drank tea with the lovely family who own the ponies that Ruby has befriended, and everyone picked huge bowlfuls of blackberries. All in all, quite the most idyllic way to spend a Sunday.
p.s. Also, meet my bridesmaid! Ruby will be one of two little bridesmaids at our wedding next year, along with my best friend and sister :) She’s the sweetest, and I just adore her. Photos from a similar day out from well over a year ago here, if you’d like to see!