Winter in May is a film split across three vertical screens and echoes the vertical tryptic found on a flag, each vertical represents my immediate family: my two sons and my husband. It is a study by a mother of her children walking in the landscapes of Britain and New Zealand, the country they associate with their childhood, and the country as a family we are getting to know. The steps the children make on the landscape are tentative. They walk and they stumble, the temperature of the water they swim in is cold. They are playful, but the backdrop, unusual to the British eye, looks surreal. The silence of the study is disconcerting, and the viewer has sense of danger and feels the isolation of the children which is compounded by them being alone in the vast idyllic landscape. It is also a reference to the lack of sound in our family super 8 home movies from my childhood and the fact that we are now living very far away from the UK. The sections of the film where my sons look directly at me through the camera bring me as a mother into the film. My recording of this stage in their lives shows I am here with them.