Worked on the path a little today. Miserable weather – grey, drizzle. Made me feel good though – this activity connects me to a lot of childhood memories. We used to do this all the time in the neglected back yards in the neighbourhood. Hideouts, tree houses, tunnels, you name it, we did it.  “To disappear from adult radar”  as Michael Pollan puts it.

 This path now goes under the laurels right up  to the bramble patch, will cut through that to a more open area next week.