Clutched tightly by his adoring father, the fair-haired blue-eyed toddler was the picture of innocence. It was, by his mother’s own account, one of her fondest memories - the young family all together on holiday in Hawaii where her husband was about to compete in an Iron Man.

The young Brenton Tarrant had just celebrated his birthday.

He would go on to enjoy a normal upbringing in the rural town of Grafton, New South Wales, alongside his parents and sister.

Little, if anything, pointed towards the horror that he would go on to unleash.

Indeed, he describes himself as an “ordinary, white man”, born into a working class, low income family of Scottish, Irish and English decent.