When we arrived at his place, late and tired, Mr Mechanic was beaming. His children were ready to play with mine, Nintendoes at the ready too.

The place was clean; the bucket and mop outside, drying.

Where once was his dining table and a lot of rubbish, stood a magnificent yellow tent. Inside, an inflatable double mattress and the sleeping bags.

In the fridge, pancakes for my younger son.

My boys LOVED camping overnight.

I loved him.