Can there be a happier day in any man’s life than the one when his daughter’s born? Well, perhaps the one when she left home for University!
It was a sunny, Sussex, Sunday afternoon the day we took our eldest to begin her degree. Luggage-loaded cars jostling in the car park, everywhere families helping move bags of clothes, boxes of food, TV’s, loudspeakers and guitars as their 18 year-olds, buoyed with excitement and promise find their places in their Uni hall. A happy, happy day – the result of, and reward for hard work.
A few weeks before I’d set up my camera on a tripod to shoot a portrait of our family. It was someone’s birthday and we’d been to a restaurant for dinner. We got home at about 11pm a little the worse for wear. I wanted to get a picture after the style of a Vermeer painting, luckily I’d set up before we went out!
Five years on, it’s a lovely memory of a phase in our family life that was about to end – when we were still the parents of two children, unaware that we were about to become the parents of one child and a fantastic, independent, young adult. Best of all, who seemed to have decided she quite, liked us.