Youngest made a collection of pine cones and other treasures, eldest was intent on gathering stinging nettles for nettle tea. Middle one chatted to some large black and white cows, who continued their peaceful grazing, barely lifting a head to gaze with curious eyes at the blonde girl lingering at the fence.
On the horse chestnut tree at the bend in the track, conkers are beginning to form, and although still small, the green spiky fruits thrilled children both young and older with their promise of joy to come in the near-future autumn.
It was a delight and a revelation to see this familiar, regular walk on my local patch through the fresh, new eyes of my young companions.
A sparrowhawk crossed the sky overhead between the hedges, escorted by irritated martins and swallows. A whitethroat sang its scratch son from deep in the brambles and small tortoiseshell butterflies competed with eldest for the tastiest nettles.
Back home, we picked huge ripe strawberries from the flower beds where they grow randomly, tucked amongst geraniums and herb robert beneath the towering, ever-growing buddleia bush. Sweetened by the sun, they were wonderfully tasty!