I bribed them with a chocolate bar to smile for a photo, but they still weren’t playing. They didn’t want to smile, they wanted to stay at home and play computer games. And they certainly didn’t care about a bunch of giant rocks. But it didn't matter what they wanted. Sometimes, they have to be pushed out into the cold and wind, and they won’t understand the reason why until 20-30 years time when they have sons of their own. Only then, they might thank me. But nothing’s guaranteed, and maybe they won’t. But my role as a father is to build them into great men with the tools to tackle life, so I do what is necessary.
Stonehenge fascinates me. To me, it’s symbolic and epitomises human achievement. It would have taken ten years to drag one of those huge 28 tonne rocks the twenty miles to site and erect it. If they worked every single day, every week of every year, that’s nine metres a day of the hardest graft any modern man could experience. For what? And for why? No one ‘really’ knows. Nothing’s for certain. Only theories. But the point is that men have always felt the need to build something. Even if the result doesn’t make much sense to anyone else and causes them to stand around scratching their heads over it. Building, therefore, is natural. I believe it’s an innate desire within us. Whether it’s building a business, a house, a perfect life, a body, or a family, it doesn’t seem to matter which. Just seems we’ve got to build something to be proud of to leave behind.