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Gentleman time continues

You wouldn’t think that the scrubbing and stripping of a wooden deck could mark a major rite of passage.

But today a very proud boy, who is after all nearly four and therefore in no need of a regency in matters of garden maintenance, passed into full manhood when his Daddy allowed him the holy grail of toddlerdom, the left-hand cockpit seat, the keys to the city of adulthood, the conn of the liner of family life…the trigger of the pressure washer.

The face says it all.


Personal views of a wordsmithing, sartorialist, horn-playing, state school Oxonian dad, rugby ref, recovering politico, and fan of vintage tailoring, Ralph Lauren style, and sharp writing.

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