All that comes with it

At Amy’s suggestion we went to the train station to meet Kerry coming back to work. Amy was very excited when her mummy stepped onto the platform and she flung herself at her for the kind of cuddle you can only get from a small child. Since it was such a pleasant evening we decided to go out to eat and ended up in the Railway, a very pleasant pub in the nearby village of Marsden. I wont bore you with the menu but the meal was very nice and the fellow patrons were extremely tolerant of an excitable two year old who would rather use the pool cue chalk to make her fingers blue than eat.

Amy and I devised a rather challenging obstacle course in the beer garden outside while Kerry finished off her meal (I, of course, had finished first due to my ability to suspend my breathing whilst I am shovelling food down my gullet. A skill that is possibly genetic as my brother has similar abilities). Amy’s getting increasingly more adventurous in her physical exploits. She no longer shirks at the prospect of pegging it along a bench then flinging herself off a wall into my arms. I appear to be slowly beating her self-preservation instincts out of her, which can only be a good thing right?

Once we had all done Kerry and Amy drove back home while I walked the dogs, who had been in the back of the car, along the 3 miles of canal path back to Slaithwaite. Apparently photographers call the hour before sunset “the magic hour” as the light is so good. I’m no photographer, and my equipment is limited to the battered and scratched lens of my mobile phone, but the light certainly did look beautiful and, combined with the sound bird song and the smell of cut grass, the whole journey back was full of serenity. Aside from the dogs continually rolling in horse shit that is.