My oldest son is now twelve.
Tonight , after I'd done a five mile run/rant with Jo, he came head torching through the woods and over the churned up grass.
We enjoyed it. The stars were out and after a couple of warmish days, even the mud was drying out.
He's told me to make sure I force him off the sofa more often.
86 not out......and Menorca at its best
2 hours ago