It was my thirtieth year to heaven...

We celebrated the conclusion of his thirtieth year by gathering at his grandfather's - the boy, his wife (marriage being just one of the past year's life events), his brother who is exactly three years older, and us his parents. We went up to Stanage Edge, a magical place as well as a mecca for climbers who swarmed all over the cliffs (see extras). Who knows what the future holds, but it probably has much to do with what he holds in this picture...

Poem in August?