I remember my little cousin Frank coming to stay when he was about 4 or 5. So sweet but so naughty! My dolls house was never the same again. But with his sparkling brown eyes and lopsided grin I managed to forgive him - after a few years. 

As a little boy he always seemed to be getting into trouble. Muddy. Wet. But always so charming.

I also remember the beautiful, magical birthday lunch he hosted for his much loved aunt in the garden by the river. The kindest of hosts.