This is one of my favourite images of recent years.
It was taken in 2010 on ‘our’ beach, when the boys were still relatively small, and bare feet in the sand were still a novelty.
I love it because it reminds me how, at the end of a long walk, we discovered this incredible secret place just waiting for us, and how the boys just ripped off their shoes and ran. Their footprints were the first in the sand, somehow acting as the perfect metaphor for their innocence and freedom.
I am more proud of the fact that our amazing British Isles can provide beaches such as this, by way of a backdrop for our photography, than I am of the image itself.
Where is it? Let’s just say Wales. Any more precise than that and you’ll all want to go, and that just wouldn’t do.