I do not really like nature. I suffer from hay fever, get bored when ‘walking’ , never relax, usually moan, and have to have some sort of picnic or food orientated goal to dilute the arduous task. However, yesterday was very different. It seemed that the sun was perfection and there was a lovely welsh breeze. My new baby sister had been born merely 3 days earlier and my other siblings (Tiger and Millie) were being complete legends.

Nature was lovely.

We walked along the fields,  sat on the grass outside our house, raced each other and played games barefoot.  It was all very Rousseau. I can truthfully say that i really enjoyed myself. I liked being muddy, not having to worry about anything and not caring what my hair looked like. Perhaps this is my post-finals-mother-nature-rehab recovered self… or perhaps my Claritin (Hayfever drug) had distorted my cynicism.

Either way, i even made an ‘aww’  noise at a passing lamb.

Despite their nostalgia and subjective sentiment, what i love about these pictures is the warm LIGHT, the youthful MOVEMENT, the playful saturated COLOURS and dare I say, the nature.

All pictures by Lydia Pang