"Every year at Christmas time and for as long as I can remember, my family has gone to Delamere Forest to get our Christmas tree. When I was younger my whole family would walk among the trees to find the right one for us to take home.
Something I particularly used to look forward to was going to see Father Christmas to tell him what I wanted. We always used to have our photograph taken with my family, holding the tree and smiling because the day was good. This photograph is particularly special. I'm stood with my granddad and grandma when I was three years old. It's special because this was the last time my granddad came to this annual family event.
A few years later, granddad was ill with emphysema. Even though he was ill for years I can always look at the photographs to remind me of the times I can hardly remember and look back to when all was perfect. I can look at the times when I was naïve and young, not understanding the problems of the world. I was a child and only knew that life was good.
The sad times didn't affect me then because I didn't know better. But with photographs like these I will never forget the moments that made me happy. I still look at these photographs now and the memories of granddad come flooding back and I remember times I used to sit on his knee and put my hands in his pockets, finding treasures, of all the questions I asked him. My granddad died in 1990 but we still go to the same place to get our Christmas tree every year and the memories of the good times overtake the worries of the world."