To Cap It All

This isn't a random cap plonked on to my grandson's head. It is his own cap, a flat cap fit for a Yorkshire man that he inherited from another lad who had outgrown it.

But I don't want to talk about caps. I want to talk about feelings and how it is possible to see them pass through one so young like fleeting clouds.

It came to me when I had said goodbye to him on our latest visit. Remorse, a sense of attachment and a sense of loss - I have seen them all manifest themselves in him. A priceless gift!