Late Lunch

On the eve of a significant day, my son jumped on train, well when there was one, and we enjoyed a late lunch in The Baum, Rochdale.

The place where his mum and I first met, which has a certain circle of life feeling.

He's just back from Ibiza, and has Majorca and Menorca also planned in this summer in some kind of island bagging festival.

Anyway, was good to listen to him and what he's got planned. He's got plans and as I realise I'm an old sod, soon to be older, who am I to say if they are good or bad.

He seemed happy too, and that in the end is the only meaningful measure.

Time for him to try and fail and succeed.