Their shoulders dropped and their down-turned mouths let out a long pained moan. ‘Come on, boys, it’ll be fun. We haven’t done a family walk in ages.’ Mum and Dad had planned it meticulously. 3 miles to the first pub, 1½ miles to the next and another 3 miles back to the village pub. It was a gorgeous day and we were wise to take water and nibbles.
Dad was on point and set off at a good pace. Mum kept up and the boys (12 & 14) brought up the rear at a safe distance, together, chatting continuously about everything and anything. We couldn’t really make out the jist of it all, but it was lovely to hear them conversing.
Later on we all walked together along a quiet road, then Mum walked with B and later still Dad with D. On the homeward stretch, B said to me, ’Mum, we should do this more often.’ I agreed and we shall really try to – it was lovely to talk.
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