The blue pyjamas are the colour of his eyes. He smiles at his son as he snuggles closer into his arms, fingers unconsciously curling the fabric of his shirt… just as he used to play with that blanket he trailed everywhere when he was younger. The child’s eyes are wide as his father turns the page and the great Lion looks out from the magical landscape of the book. He reads the words on the page, remembering his own childhood, snuggled close to his own mother, seeing that same image look out into their eyes. She had loved the Lion too. She still did.

It is hard to see the words, eyes misted with memory, he blinks and continues the story, sharing the magic that taught him so much without ever knowing. He hopes his son will love the tales as he does and will carry them in his heart…