Hello, welcome to our second download celebrating 60 years from our own correspondent.

We've rifled through our archives here at the BBC to bring you some memorable pieces.

First, one of our best known and most enduring. Here is Fergalkeen

with the letter to his son Daniel, born in Hong Kong in February 1996.

My dear son, it is six o'clock in the morning on the island of Hong Kong.

You were asleep cradled in my left arm, and I am learning the art of one-handed typing.

Your mother, more tired yet more happy than I've ever known her, is sound asleep in the room next door,

and there is soft quiet in our apartment.

Since you've arrived days have melted into night and back again

and we are learning a new grammar, a long sentence whose punctuation marks

are feeding and winding and nappy changing and these occasional

moments of quiet. When you're older we'll tell you that you were born in Britain's last Asian

colony in the Lunar Year of the pig and that when we brought you

home the staff of our apartment block gathered to wish you well. It's a boy so

lucky so lucky we Chinese love boys they told us.

One man said you were the first baby to be born in the block in the year of the pig.

This he told us was good fun shui, in other words a positive sign for the building and everyone

who lived there.

Naturally your mother and I were only too happy to believe that.

We had wanted you and waited for you, imagined you and dreamed about you,

and now that you were here, no dream could do justice to you.

Outside the window now below us on the harbour, the ferries are plowing back and forth to Kowloon.

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