My grandson, who has been poorly and did not go to school, went for a walk across the green behind my house and on into the woods. We took Oscar with us. He is a small, delightful 6 month old puppy my grandson and his family are looking after.
The weather is mild, the air crisp but the ground underfoot squelchy after the recent heavy rain. The woods are full of birdsong and we saw squirrels scampering across the ground and in the trees. Oscar enjoyed it and barked for us to throw sticks for him to fetch.
As a historical novelist I imagined our experiences taking place in the past and made notes.