What does life hold for our children? We watch them grow, help them develop, and (probably wrongly) have our aspirations.
The youngest fruit of my loins (above), was born in the wonderful old French bastide town of Villeneuve sur Lot. His beautiful girlfriend is Swedish/Russian.
Wills is not only a very bright boy, he is also a very sensible one. He definitely sees the world as his oyster, and takes advantage of all it has to offer. He works a bit, travels a bit, then spends his winters on some idyllic sun-kissed tropical beach. This year he has given the honour to Thailand, from where he's managing his 'internet empire'.
I tried to raise him (and my other children) to appreciate the better things of life, although I must have gone wrong somewhere, as he's a strict veggie. He'll probably visit France in Spring; but he'll not be partaking of my carefully prepared fatted calf.
On my own - I don't care. Someone has just said I am a train spotter . I didn't bother to argue. I have a Ranger ticket and am on my second train. Single carriage. ...
18 hours ago