Off Track

Took the wean, his cousin and Lola for a little drive and a walk down the forest path I like to jog on. We discovered a little brambly path, an offshoot of the wider path, and went exploring. The wean quickly became nervous about wasps (he'd been stung badly a couple of weeks before) so we turned back. I doubt we could have gone too much further anyway, but there was something magical about that overgrown neural pathway to my own childhood, the familiar sense of being at once enclosed and happily lost.