Ginnel

I don't know if that's what they are called down here, but up where I grew up these little paths are called ginnels or occasionally snickets.

This is on our regular Saturday walk to the Music School, although today we were headed to the Girls School as W had a concert. It was tricky to see him during his orchestra recital due to the conductors music stand, although I did move along a seat to glimpse him. His concentration was palpable. He also sang his heart out in a very small choir. He loved every minute.

Our old childminder's youngest was playing in the orchestra two above Will. Her Dad was watching and when we came out Will gave him an enormous hug, which was lovely to see.

N&P took C off for the afternoon. Jim headed home. I took W for lunch at Hitchin Cafe. Once home he worked hard with the rake in the garden.

Tomorrow we are Parkrunning.