No Limits

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

I was walking in The Hermitage and passed a slightly frazzled mum who was trying to herd two children under 5 and a dog along a narrow path. Unfortunately her 3 year old was staring upwards and wasn’t moving. I was waiting behind them and he obviously felt he needed to share...

“I’ve lost my spear,” he said mournfully pointing up at the sky.

Me: “Oh no, that’s rubbish. I hate it when that happens.”

There was something so touchingly sweet about him looking up thinking that he could throw it so high that it was lost. I hope it’s a while before he learns about gravity.

C