come with me...

It had been a mentally draining day and I desperately needed fresh air.

The walk takes about an hour, out the front door, along the river, through fields, down a narrow country road, over a grassy hill, through a graveyard sprinkled with bluebells and then you are back.

The 9 year old wanted to come but he would have weaved and wandered, explored and stopped - it would have been a long walk.

So he came and biked and we both enjoyed and came home in time.

...and because I was with him, we both got a collection of fallen pine cones in our pockets!