Lindsay ❤️
Some of you have called me all sorts of things over the last month, and to be truthful, it makes me incredibly uncomfortable. I even hate the word “followers”. It all feels a little pretentious to me.
Because the person who really deserves some recognition is my wife, Lindsay.
She is, without question, the hardest-working person I know.
I’ve been away for more than a month documenting what’s happening in France, but none of it would have been possible without her unwavering support at home.
Not once has she complained about how long I’ve been away. In fact, when I was ready to come home, it was Lindsay who encouraged me to stay a few extra days and finish what I’d started.
While I’ve been out there, she’s looked after our two teenagers, kept the house running, helped look after my unwell mum and, of course, taken care of Ziva.
At one point the roof even started leaking. She got it repaired and deliberately didn’t tell me because she knew I’d worry and probably come home to deal with it.
That’s Lindsay.
People have been incredibly kind about what I’ve done this past month, but you’ve only seen the bloke holding the camera.
You haven’t seen the woman at home quietly holding everything else together so that I could keep holding that camera.
Lindsay is the real hero of this last month.
She doesn’t seek attention or recognition. She certainly wouldn’t call herself a hero. But I know what she has done for me, our family and this project.
And I’ll never forget it.
Maybe when all this madness has finally settled down, I’ll persuade her to sit down with me on camera and say hello.
Until then, I just wanted you all to know about the person behind the scenes who made everything I’ve done possible.
Thank you, Lindsay. I couldn’t have done any of it without you. ❤️