First steps
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it in this column yet, but I became a grandfather last year. Yes: I’m that old. He’s brilliant, and one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever been given in my life. The fact it came in the same year that I lost my dad felt like the universe’s way of rebalancing. Circle of life and all that.
A couple of weeks back, we were babysitting my grandson for the weekend, and decided to take him to the seaside. They live about half an hour from Cleethorpes – a place that is a bit of a time capsule of a Britain long since lost, and exactly the kind of town that I spent many a summer holiday in.