This photograph shows me and my son Tom in 1983. He was 2 and I was 32 - I'm still thirty years older than him. He is now a man of 33 who has just undergone a major operation on his back - the second such operation in the last four months. The first was in August for a new disc to be inserted but he developed an infection as a result of which, on 2nd January, the replacement disc had to be removed and his back fused.
He has been incredibly brave and I am extremely proud of him. I had no idea that things like this would be in store for him and us when I sat with him on that beach so long ago. We loved him and protected then and since. He is one of the three most important people in my life and I am looking forward to the day when again we sit on the beach together and then stroll home stopping for a beer at the pub. He will smile at me and I will smile at him and he will call me Daddy and I shall call him Tom. Why? Because that's his name.
He is a very funny man with a strong honourable streak running through him. He has a great love of his family and his friends especially the lovely Jo. He is unique. He is handsome. He is strong and resilient and he is my son. How lucky am I?