One, two, three, sit!

This piece ran in a book called 'Kitchen Table Memoirs' a few years back. It's about the time we quadruple bounced my then five year old brother, Ned, over the fence and into the park.

I’ve mentioned my trampoline love on this platform before.

I vowed during my daughter Polly’s 50th birthday speech for me that I’d do one last back somersault after fifty, and then I did! [Yes, the post-50 somersault total still stands at one].