I feel very lucky to live in a part of the world with defined seasons, and I love watching the landscape change around me as the months roll on. But I think this time of year is perhaps my favourite of all: branches sagging with fruit, swathes of flowers along verges and hedgerows, the scent of wild garlic lingering in the air… There’s something particularly magical about the golden evening light, and I wanted to share a few photos which I snapped last weekend during a stay at my childhood home in Derbyshire. Last time I visited the area it was hidden under a blanket of snow; this time I arrived just as the sun was beginning to drop, casting a warm glow over the fields which surround my parents’ house. There was no-one else around, and the only sounds were birdsong, the breeze ruffling the grass, and the gentle swishing of horses’ tails. Just for an instant I felt as if I’d swapped daily life for the long, lazy days of childhood summers; a fleeting but very special moment after the recent rain.
Photography by Abi Dare