The Maxter and his momma arranged a session with me at Chathelrelaut (a most fantastic place outside Hamilton - country house, rolling hills, tree, pathways - the works!). Lesley is such a warm person whose funky outfit and fabbo jade green shoes had me matched in colour with envy. This surfer dude with auburn hair and the cutest freckles and longest lashes was a peach to sit for me whilst his momma (and her gorgous even skin tone) is as photogenic as yumminess itself. I have to say that the lighting is not down to me (in a wee way), its down to the 50mm F1.4 lens. It worked its full magic which left not much drudgery on editing. Infact little editing, which is all good.
The Bellemeister comes back from her trip tomorrow. I can't believe this cannonball sized wound in my chest will be healed as soon as she is back in my fake tanned arms. Im going to smother and I mean SMOTHER her with kissy wissies, snuggly snurches and cuddly cutchy coo's. Ooooooooooo, I cant wait. Really, I can't. You ever get the feeling when you cuddle your kids that you could just squidge the life right out of them, inhale if not consume them because you just love them more than fresh air and chocolate? The feeling that makes you go OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
I leave Scotland the morra but did you know I have roots in this fair land? According to our family tree we are descendants of the Bonnie Prince himself (albeit the wrong side of the bed... you know what I mean? hee hee). We lived in Lynwood for a good while when I was younger, my sister having been born here. My father worked for the BBC in Glasgow and my mother spent time in service in Arbroath. I even have a scottish fore and maiden name and I eat scotch pancakes like they are going out of fash. I have many scottish freinds - all who have the best sense of humour. To my anonymous commentor, no offence was intended whatsoever :)
Finally, I have no overlays tonight but two tomorrow.