BoYoung

Starting, rather late, to backblip last year's holiday in England.

This is BoYoung in one of his quieter moments. We only met this child for the first time last night, but he has wrapped himself firmly round my heart strings. We wish him well with his strange existence, living part of the time with his mother, in China or Japan, depending on her circumstances, and with grandparents in London who would dearly love to see more of him – although he’s exhausting to have around, hyperactive and …. well, volcanic is the word that comes to mind, or perhaps kamikaze, as another friend once described his son.

This Blackheath interlude has been utterly delightful. So good to catch up with old friends, and such wonderful hospitality. It’s heart-warming