Life.....

....can be a wee bit of a struggle when you're eleven and a half. Granny Peter's dog Jill died today, she was 16 and Pip knew her all her eleven years. She's devistated.

She couldn't express her feelings about dads cancer treatment last year and obviously thought the worse was going to happen. This winter she attended 'Seasons for Growth' meetings at school which has been great for her. It's given her some coping strategies.

She's very brave to let me photograph her when she's feeling so vulnerable and I love her so much.