I have spent the last couple of weeks trying to find as many pictures of Diana as I can, particularly the more telling, or perhaps that should be more personal, images of when she was younger. She did not know her future then, the happiness, the majesty, the celebrity and ultimately the tragedy, and I find these pictures especially poignant both because of this, and because I know her path. The pictures are so natural, so unassuming, just like those taken of a million children when they are young. It seems odd seeing these and thinking that much of her later life was consumed with either presenting such a carefully constructed public image, or trying to hide from photographers trying to catch her doing something relatively ordinary, like jogging or sunbathing. I hope people will send me more photos of her when she was young. Everyone has been wonderful sending me things over the years, but these younger photos are often hard to come by, unsurprisingly I suppose. It does make me realise that I must take more pictures of my own children and grandchildren; I have been snapping away quite merrily over the past few weeks! It's interesting that finally creating a memorial to Diana has actually affected how I live my own life now. Another thing to thank her for!