Her sweet face smiles as she watches him run through the quiet, magical wood….

Kicking sticks and leaves, running round the trees to meet her as she pushes his sister, warm and snug in the shining pram.

The sun shines, glinting past the branches, glistening on the damp ground….

The smell of autumn, warm and woody….

No sound of traffic….

Just the gentle swish of the wind through the trees above….

And the soft crunch of dryish leaves underfoot.

As they reach the edge of the quiet, magical wood, he runs ahead to stand on their doorstep.

They are home.