We first took Milo on a train when he was three weeks old. In to London from Milton Keynes in the cold November air; headed off to celebrate Greg’s birthday at Hawksmoor and act like parenthood hadn’t changed us. We’re still being spontaneous! We’re not fussed by longish journeys with a newborn! We’re so tired! At eight weeks old, Milo
I grew up in Dover and I like to know there’s always water somewhere close by. It doesn’t need to be much; a hefty puddle would probably do it most days, but being here in Scottsdale, I was accepting of the fact we’d have to travel pretty far to see any wet stuff being in the desert ‘n’ all that.
Greg obviously travels a lot for work, possibly more than people realise. Each year he has a warm weather training camp (this year was in Arizona) and he ordinarily jets off for 7-9 weeks while I stay at home and Facetime his chops off. This year we decided to go as a team because two months is a terribly long