Nina Nixon


I'm Nina, a photographer, film maker and forever wanderer.  Passionate about nature, the great outdoors and all of life's adventures.  This is the place where I keep all my 'field notes'


The eldest Boo came home from a friends house yesterday evening huffing and puffing laden down with what looked like a very heavy carrier bag.

I say this in a casual kind of way - as if it's an every day occurrence.

Just trying to get our eldest to carry a dirty sock to the laundry basket is more effort then he can cope with!

More crap - I muttered under my breath as I caught a glimpse of the bag in hand.

'I thought I told you no more swapsies!' mumble, mumble, mumble. 'You're not Noel bleeding Edmond's - don't you know!'


'You're late' I grumbled at him as he closed the front door.

'But muuummmmmmm' he wailed 'I had to wait'

'My friends mum wanted you to have these' thrusting the carrier bag in my direction.

~ Cue squeal ~

'CHERRIES' I uuummmmmmm, squealed!

A bag full of wonderful, fresh, red ripe cherries. Oh my goodness - you beautiful, beautiful boy.

(Teach me to be one of those nagging parents)

The only tricky part of this story was trying to get the smallest Boo to keep still while I took some pictures. Cherries are her achilles heal!

The colander was quite full though, but she did do a wonderful job - holding, keeping still and not diving into her temptation.

I still had to bribe her with the odd cherry - or two.

Now they are sat on the side in their beautiful mint green colander winking at me every time I walk past - what to do with them, what to do with them - apart from eat......of course.

Any ideas?