The first time my Mum and Dad met Rich he drove Emma on his motorbike over to the flat where I lived in Kingston to celebrate my birthday. We all went to a pub over the road on the Thames for lunch, and afterwards getting ready in the carpark to set off he offered my Mum Emma’s helmet and asked if she wanted a quick spin around the block.
We set off walking back to my flat as he raced by, with my Mum riding pillion.
Emma replied to this photo when it was uploaded to Facebook with ‘Hey – that’s my mum! What are you doing on a bike with my mum?! That’s just wrong’
Daniel Higham
