As we were waiting to board our plane for the south of France, I discovered that my grandson Thomas had a particular fascination with his granddad singng "we're all going on a summer holiday" quietly in his ear. This Cliff Richard song from the 1960's clearly resonates with a new generation.
Chris and Hiva had arranged to rent a renovated farmhouse near the village of Revel. It had a swimming pool and Hiva, whose father Manouchehr was a representative diver for Iran, was determined that James should develop confidence in the water. Here you see him achieving his first dive.
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