Wandering in the woods yesterday, I couldn’t but be touched observing that so-called mixed relationships are now not just accepted, but have become the norm.
At one point, where footpaths converged, it was like the meeting of the united nations. Gone the days — at least in that square kilometre of woodland — when such relationships would be considered untoward.
Today we see grandparents of every background taking their mixed-heritage grandchildren on a day out. Gone the disapproving stares once so common in some communities. Now just smiles and acceptance, as couples in love wander on hand-in-hand unperturbed.
I celebrate this era, where whole families now embrace the outsider, considering him or her their own. This is progress: a source of new optimism. This is how it always should have been.