The singer and his boy have a healthy breakfast then head out into the forests with the dog
Sunday morning starts… Between 5.30 and 7.30am, whenever my son, Reuben, decides to wake up, jumping on my face aggressively while shouting, ‘Daddy let’s go outside.’ I might try to steal another hour in bed by putting on Paw Patrol, but I love that he just wants to be in nature all the time.
A slow start? After half an hour of explaining to Reuben that he can’t have chocolate cake for breakfast, we’ll sit and eat together. He’s discovered reggae music, so tells Alexa what to play. Then we’ll take the dog out. We live in a village in the middle of nowhere, with beautiful forests around. If I’m lucky we’ll squeeze in a pint.