On a fine May evening, turn left from the house, remembering not to walk beneath the rookery. The hedges are heady with blossom.
Speedwell has appeared in the last couple of days.
And the Wild Garlic's out too.
Through a shaded valley.
A glimpse of the sea through the ferns.
We're almost there.
Just one other family on the beach.
Thrift on the cliffs.
The spray's flying.
Back across the beach.
And homewards bound.