The grandbaby was baptised on Sunday – here he is being held by godmother, Auntie Clare, with proud parents (and godfather) looking on.
He is wearing the family christening robe knitted by my mother – very fine, lacey wool. Jus as well, as Canberra (and much of the rest of SE Australia) was bloody freezing! Some spring weather.
His mum and aunties wore it before him – he is he first of the next generation.
The continuation of a family tradition.
That’s a good thing.