Sometimes you just need to get out of the house.
You pack a picnic, get your boys ready and head off in the car.
You drive down a road you haven’t driven before.
You pass through quaint little villages.
You find a lake, with fruit trees, benches and much needed shade.
You stop. You eat lunch. You breathe.
You vow to return and pick some of those plums.
Your boys are happy. So are you.