Elaine and I have just had a couple of (much needed) days off work and we’ve travelled to York and then to Edinburgh to share in a couple of very special occasions.
On Thursday evening, cricketers past and present along with many old friends gathered at St Peter’s School in York to commemorate my father’s retirement as master-in-charge of 1st XI cricket – a role he has carried out and thoroughly enjoyed since 1970...
The occasion also marked the end of an “official” association with the school that, as pupil, teacher and cricket coach has spanned 55 of the last 60 years... The bare words don’t really do justice to a lifetime commitment to one institution and I suppose it is unlikely the school will ever see his like again...
Amongst the former and current players, there were captains stretching back over half a century including yours truly, who was the 1981 skipper... is it really 31 years ago?!!
There were presentations, speeches (the photograph is of Dad in full flow!) and much reminiscing and the whole evening was a fitting send-off for a man who has given his life to the service of St Peter’s... a man whom I had to call “Sir” for a few years, but a man I’m proud to simply call “Dad”.
On Friday, we headed north for my younger daughter Rebecca’s graduation where she would be awarded her Degree of Bachelor of Arts with Honours in Drama and Theatre Arts. Hard enough to say, let alone achieve, but Becca did so despite an occasionally turbulent four years during which she has shown remarkable maturity and determination.
It goes without saying I am incredibly proud of her... but I am incredibly proud of her and Elaine and I were so glad to be able to be just a small part of her special day.
She will wake up this morning with a long and hopefully very happy future stretching out in front of her (and probably a headache too!)... but whatever lies ahead, I’m taking this moment to stop and reflect on the fantastic achievements of two of the most important people in my life and I’m sending my love to both father and daughter xx
All my own work... almost.