I remember your hand in mine as we scrambled over slippery Scottish rocks. Pulling you up past ochre seaweed and barnacles salt wind searing cheeks. You were so brave. Little legs leaping to keep up. You won’t remember but we took on the world that day, alone against brooding sky and sea. Now your legs are so much longer than mine. But somehow still you’ll always be my little brother hand in hand searching for sea otters
My little brother gets married this weekend. I’m so proud of him – all he has done and the person he has become. This one is for him.
Three years old and arms reached high touching the sky on Selsley common.
I wrote this in the summer of 2020, as we were emerging from the first lockdown. Loved ones had died and been born without us being there. But over that beautiful, hard summer, there were also quiet moments of joy. Just over a year latermy boys were back on the bench, a year older but still reaching for the sky.