THINGS I LOVE

My son woke me up this Father’s Day with an unexpected poke in the back and an unexpected selection of gifts and a card he had made himself. It seems he had been squirrelling things away for me. When I opened the old shoe box wrapped with string I found an eclectic mix of things […]

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FATHER’S DAY THANKS

On our way to school earlier this week, I started joking around with my son like I do most days. ‘I can’t wait to find out what you’ve got me for Father’s Day,’ I told Jackson. ‘When’s Father’s Day?’ he replied. ‘Oh wow, you’re good,’ I smiled. ‘But I know the truth. I know you’ve […]

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Barcelo-no: the travels of a father and son

Just over two years ago, I decided to take my then six-year-old son to Barcelona for the weekend. It had struck me that, while all my friends and colleagues frequently went away with the partners and families to exciting places, we had kind of got left behind. Not by them – I never wait around […]

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THE WORLD’S YOUR LOBSTER: THE TRAVELS OF A FATHER AND SON

Idiosyncrasies are what make individuals so interesting, but they can also make them really annoying if they are totally at odds with your own learned and acquired behaviours. I find few things more uncomfortable than over-enthusiasm and gushy praise for ordinary things – like, say, waxing lyrical about something that appears, tastes, sounds or feels […]

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‘WE’RE NOT HERE TO RELAX’: THE TRAVELS OF A FATHER AND SON

Travelling with someone you love is just like living with them, only more intense. I remember being in Laos with my late wife once and realising she hadn’t said a word to me for two days. She would go through occasional periods of silence back at home in London – usually when she had done […]

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THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD: THE TRAVELS OF A FATHER AND SON

Much to my surprise, I found this next entry in the notes on my iPhone yesterday afternoon. It was entirely written by my son on the first day of our six-week trip round Italy last summer, when he was just seven years old. I’ve tweaked the grammar slightly, but otherwise this ‘part two’ is in […]

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