So this September in memory of our Dad’s birthday, my sisters and I headed north to Aviemore. For us its one of those places that holds a lot of happy memories from childhood. Whether it’s running in the knee deep snow in Dalfaber or training up on the hill as wanabe ski racers. For years we were driven up every weekend in the winter, leaving straight after school on a friday and arriving just in time to watch Midsummer Murders followed by Monarch of the Glen. So here’s to you dad for giving us some amazing memories and a fantastic childhood.
My sisters, two of my best friends. Absolute mentalists and I love them for it. As kids we had our differences but never did I think that we’d end up as close as we are. We’ve had a lot come our way which has brought us together and I honestly don’t know what I’d do without them.
For three people who I thought looked totally different, its funny how many similarities I can see in these pictures. Turns out the Hope sisters have some definite family traits.