Editor’s Letter; Things We Love; Megan Nicol Reed
As I’m writing this, it’s Halloween eve. My eldest daughter, who is 10, asked me last night if she could go trick-or-treating with three friends from 4.30pm to 6.30pm. Sure, I said, distractedly, wondering how we’d juggle the younger one’s swimming lessons and picking up the dog from doggy day care (I know) and my deadline. So I texted the mum of one of her friends, to see if my daughter could go home with hers. That was all fine, but she asked what I thought about them going unsupervised; there’d been some discussion with the other parents about whether they were up to it. I must admit it hadn’t occurred to me to consider if they needed supervision, but I am on the more relaxed side of the parenting scale. And then I read Greg Bruce’s interview with William Trubridge, who spent the first 10 years of his life on a yacht, sailing around the world with his parents. “The sea was our family’s means of transport, our source of protein, our playground and our classroom,” he writes in his new memoir. Trubridge has gone on to be the world champion freediver: someone who dives to depths of beyond 100m, able to return to the surface, conscious, without fins or any other help. And I thought of our daughters, and I thought they would be okay.