EVERY Christmas morning I set off from my Essex home for the 100-mile drive to Norfolk to see what you might call “the other family” in my life.
Whatever the weather, I have to be at St Mary Magdalene Church in Sandringham before 11am for the Windsor dynasty’s traditional festive service.
These days I take my wife Ann with me, but in years gone by it’s been a wrench leaving behind her and my three, now grown-up, children John, Paul and Annmarie.
For 45 years I’ve chronicled the Royal Family for The Sun newspaper with my camera.
I’ve witnessed their triumphs and disasters, their laughter and tears, when they have found love and when their relationships splinter.