The morning school run rarely differs from day to day: speedwalk 15 mins down the hill near our house and slowly trudge back up the hill which is a 25 min foot-dragging debacle.
Yesterday, however, once I had safely seen Emilie (and poor Tarquin) off through the school gates, I decided to take a different route home. A shortcut.
An old footpath that meandered behind mansion houses and bordered on a meadow of docile horses.
As I began my walk down the muddy lane, the thought did cross my mind that I was the perfect target for a crazed early morning axe murderer hiding in the damp bushes. I started to look more closely at my surroundings out of mild paranoia and as I did I saw some lovely things…
The path eventually led me to graveled road called Love Lane. A fitting name for the sentiment I felt while strolling along and observing the beauty of nature.