1957

Going through mum's stash of paintings this morning to see what we could have, this gem was unearthed: my dad, painted when he was 11. And what's striking is just how much he looks like his grandson, my nephew Toby. Even Toby could see it when I showed him this: "it looks like me!".

We have spent far more of today travelling than we should have, but we had a lovely lunch at Dan and Tree's, and now we are home and have had delicious pizza from Marc's new pizza place discovery.