What?

Those keeping up with this blog will remember on 23rd October I talked about my next big adventure, becoming a granddad. Well, rather than six weeks, my grandson James, decided he was ready to enter the world, just 9 days later. My adventure (and not just mine) therefore, began on 1st November and not 4th December.

2 weeks after the birth, I was holding the little fella in my arms, proud as punch. Can't help feeling 59 is young to be having grandchildren but maybe not, if I think how old my parents were when my kids were born. Maybe it's because I still feel like a young man in my head, though my body is definitely telling me something different.

I'm hoping to try and get across to Wales to see James, every couple of months. I/we already have plans to pop across after new year and I'm looking to maybe ride across in March. My 60th birthday weekend with the girls is May, so I'll see him then too. It'll be interesting to see how much he has grown since I last saw him. By all accounts he's putting on the pounds OK.

Not much else to report, as winter is beginning to set in.

Proud Granddad with baby James