As we near the end of 2020 (18 days and counting) I’ve been going through my memory cards and reviewing images I’ve taken, but done nothing with. This picture was taken in August when I visited Porthcawl in Wales with my daughters, Helen and Izzy.
Over recent months, my youngest daughter Izzy has developed a new habit. She reads the nutritional information on the sides of cereal boxes or milk bottles and informs me what is in a food and whether it is healthy. I often have to explain to her exactly what the wording means, but I’m very happy
Here’s a scene I have just witnessed. As I walked back from the local shop, I saw a small group youngsters undertaking an everyday, group activity wearing high visibility jackets. In the Coronatime era, however, it stood out for its normality and I was hit with a flash of inspiration: I was going to produce
As a former journalist, I’ve never been shy of discussing current affairs with my children, Helen and Izzy. What often astonishes me are the deep and incredibly thoughtful opinions they express after we’ve had a chat about the news.
I appreciate this is a dramatic statement, but is childhood in retreat after fighting a losing battle? Are our children growing up too fast, thanks to the naivety of us mums and dads towards the online world?
