arrows and stars

(the feeling of writing a book)

A couple of weeks after his exams, I drove my eldest son and his friends to the Pembrokeshire coast for their first independent camping trip. Following a swim in the sparkling sea, I set off for home, leaving him surrounded by kit bags and tent pegs. Driving away, I felt anxiously queasy, but I knew I had done all I could. I believe in my boy — it was t…