If you feel like your kid might be teaching you as much as you teach them, then… I’m putting my hand up and saying me too...
We have become experts at impromptu hand wash stops in all manner of places for all manner of reasons - namely corona.
Standing the 'wrong' side of the front door, amongst the junk mail and the coats, there are bubbles. And we are all in just the right place at just the right time.
One of those mornings where the light pops up in interesting places. Full of pluck and forwardness. Like daffodils.
Me, mum and dad went to a place called Florida last year.
When we got there, dad kept repeating the words that the border officer said to him. Which were: ‘Well, Benjamin…’
I waited for Leo to say something. From a ‘long long time ago’. Which is our little ritual before bed. Anything he likes – real or fantastic or both.
On the science trail with Leo. As observed from on and off the science trail.
A fog filled night. All quiet. Waiting for 2020 to arrive.
We live by Bushy park. Which contains deer, trees and occasional morning fog. One morning, whilst the deer were away searching for grass, I had a look at the trees and the fog with the aid of a trusty old film camera.