Perfectly imperfect. That is how I see this slightly blurry photograph of my Mum and me in Blackpool in the late 1970s. It was taken by my Dad on our family camera, the Kodak 126, a camera I still have and treasure to this day.

As a photographer, you would probably expect me to look at photographs and find the faults and look at how it could have been better. But I think there really is a place for embracing imperfections and appreciating a photo for what it truly means and says. This quick photo of me with my beautiful Mum (Olive) captures a moment that instantly takes me right back to our seaside holiday which I had so looked forward to. I vividly remember making a long list of what I needed in my suitcase before we set off. Those trainers were a must-take item for the trip!

Of course, in my professional photography life, I take huge pride in capturing images that are clean, creative and eye-catching. But I am a huge advocate for bucking the current trend for perfection – where every image is filtered, altered and enhanced. Our day to day captures should be just that – snapshots of our lives. To come across a bunch of old photographs in a drawer is a pure delight. There is nothing better than being transported back to a moment in time, where memories, happy and sad, are evoked. These memories are precious. I can almost smell the Blackpool sea air when I look at this photo. The weather was obviously a bit overcast, typical for a trip to the North West coast. But the feelings I get when looking at it are pure sunshine. Me with my Mum and Dad behind the camera looking to capture that holiday photo at the beach.

A great photograph captures a moment, a feeling and a memory. That is what matters and that is why I love this photo so much x