Sunday seems such a long time ago. I just love the quayside area of Newcastle. Yes it’s built up. Some of the architecture is 18th century housing modern wine bars, restaurants, fast food joints and pubs. But it just seems to work and dovetail together.
But the highlight for me are the bridges over the River Tyne. All so different and just stunning.
Too often people look towards the famous Tyne Bridge and forget to look in the other direction.
Son was really brave and made it into the football stadium. He enjoyed the full Mr Men display from his dad. He even got animated with the pompous and bumbling referee (without prompting). For anyone who follows English Football – Mike Dean is infamous. Yes it ended up with my team losing again but that misses the point. It was one of those days where our son ventured into a world which is not his and rather enjoyed it.
A Dad trying to cope with the loss of his Partner and becoming a single parent. 
So glad it worked out! And I agree – the bridges are beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
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Awesome!!! 🎈 🎈 🎈
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Thank you 🙏
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Beautiful pix. Glad he is expanding his personal world.
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Thank you. It’s a start. My new word is bridging between his world and ours.
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Good to read of a good day out
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Thank you. Apart from the last 70 seconds of the match it was a really nice day.
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🙂
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I always get nervous pulling kids out of their comfort zone, but when it’s a success, it’s aaaaaaaall worth it. 🙂
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It’s not an easy balance. Too often I get it wrong. When it works it does tremendous good, but get it badly wrong once and you set things back so far.
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Yes. So we need to find the little risks, just enough to stretch without snapping.
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Problem is the snapping point is so difficult to gauge. Sometimes plenty of stretch sometimes no stretch at all.
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Yes. It’s like, if you can’t gauge from the first waking minute, you’re screwed.
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Most days I’m permanently screwed. Maybe I get a bit of cabin fever, tired, stressed and then my ability to gauge things goes to pot.
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(Hugs) 😦
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Hugs received happily. x
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