Richard Hogan: The fleeting beauty of watching a child growing up before your eyes

The days out cycling, tucking them up in bed, the pushes on swings... there is a last time for all of them when you're a parent, reflects Richard Hogan

'When was the last time I pushed you on a swing? Your little pink Doc Martens trying to kick me. ‘Higher, Daddy’.'

WHEN was the last time we cycled together, father and daughter? The wind in our faces, you looking back (making sure I was in sight), shouting inaudible sentences into the wind.

Or when was the last time your mother cradled you in her arms in public, your hair flowing in the cold sunshine?