"I asked my sister-in-law, Ingrid (who is Brazilian) if she would be up for a few photos on the West Hill decked out in a samba outfit. At first she thought I was joking (she was not aware of my appreciation for the absurd/quirky) but eventually she agreed.

With my 11 month old son and my mother-in-law as the appreciative audience/make-up artists, we set off for the icy cold West Hill. After a dozen ‘Mal Deus’ from Ingrid (Portuguese for ‘My God’) she took off her overcoat and walked awkwardly across the rocks. The sun sporadically kept breaking through the clouds, perfect, then with ample verbal encouragement (and occasional body language) from me Ingrid finally started dancing Samba. We were there for over 10 minutes – I think Ingrid had expected it would be over in 10 seconds. As most here can appreciate, a photographer always has room for just one more shot."

A Roving Eye