9.40 a.m.

...saw a rising wind, and the beginning of rain - proper autumn rain, carrying a chill in its wings. It also saw the birth of Sean Dogac Paul Gallantry, coming in at seven pounds on the nose, looking remarkably like his brother eight years previously, bawling for all his might for the want of a bit of food - after which, he settled into determined, peaceful sleep. And all my doubts melted like hoarfrost in the sun's steady glare. Photos to follow.