After several hours of travelling, I arrived in France late at night (24/4/15). I tucked into a hearty meal courtesy of my mother who is an excellent cook, then spent a couple of hours catching up on the latest family news. By the time I looked at the clock, I had very little time to contemplate a photograph. Dad helpfully hunted around the house for suitable objects and patiently directed lamp light at various insects while I balanced precariously on the kitchen surface trying to get a shot of a daddy long legs or weary hover fly on the ceiling. In the end I went with a simple piece of cutlery! I know it’s been done before, but I was desperate.