Last week I spent a couple of blissful hours in sunny Regents Park with Henry and his lovely mum Sarah. Henry has no concept of a camera or a photograph. He's not interested in posing or saying cheese, and he doesn't care whether I catch the back of his curly head or his cheeky little face. All Henry cares for is the open road, a tree, a gap in the hedge, a very steep slope, and, most favourite of all, ice cream.
So for an hour or so myself and a heavily pregnant Sarah chased a giggling little boy round the park - not sure who had the most fun, him or us!