That's my boy (2)

On Friday, the Small bear and I made our way to the Garden of England. The purpose of this trip was to witness Number 2 Son passing out as a proper copper.

We all sat on the parade ground watching some large, black clouds gathering. Fortunately, it did not rain. Neither was it too hot, which was also fortunate.

Very soon, a march was played over the public address system and class 06 of 08 marched into sight.


I have to confess that I was a bit moved at this. I do put the watery eyes down to hayfever though.

After being inspected by the Chief Constable (who spoke to every one of them), they fell out for the last time as trainee police officers.


Can I suggest that any who are considering a life of crime, think again.