Fathercraft has been passed down from father to father losing and gaining at each slow bequeathing - less heavy-handed there more soft-hearted here as each generation rejects the disciplines of the past. So much so that I wonder what's left of the original art and what we've lost.
Food for thought as I feed my daughter - crumbled digestive with mashed banana - perhaps a favourite of mine and my father's, while she grins and chortles blowing biscuit dust and spittle bubbles with absolute child-delight.
Food for thought as I drink in her smile, wipe my cheek and laugh along, prolonging the rare perfection of this father moment.
My dad was far from perfect but I picked up a thing or two from him.