As I’m going to write regularly, this morning I think you might like to know where the name of our blog comes from. Almost ten years ago, arriving in Victoria Coach Station from a trip to the Isle of Wight with my friend Janet Born, Dom was there to meet us.
The coach station was very busy and we were rushed to find Janet’s coach to Bedford and wave her on her way. Then Dom and I turned and headed off to Highshore Road in Peckham for adventures together.
When he was about eight, Dom wrote a poem in school about his favourite colour. I still have it, written in the clear and careful style of the eight year-old poet. He wrote that red “…is the brightest and best colour of all.”
We spent the next day, Sunday – Mother’s Day- together and Dom gave me this poem…he was forty now.
