Driving

I'm not sure why but I felt apprehensive on Friday afternoon as I drove out to fetch my son for the weekend. I am still not sure why, but I needn't have worried. We had a good weekend.

I took him to Mercedes Benz World where he was able to get behind the wheel of a real car and drive it round a small test track with cones marking the route. Seeing him cruising slowly through the slalom or round the roundabout, reversing into an alley-docking manoeuvre, filled me with such pride, yet at the same time a tiny twinge of regret - my little boy is a little boy no longer.