We picnicked under a plane tree, and watched children wearing their warmth lightly as they played.
Later on there was ice-cream. Dripping salted caramel, vanilla, and raspberry sorbet. Crunchy cones and sticky hands.
SW, nicely captured by her sister, Imogen.
SW was looking forward to having a sleepover at her best friend’s house.
There was a little apprehension, that emotional tug we feel when facing time away from the family home, even if it is just one night.
After she’d been picked up, our daughter went into the garden, to find that SW had left this message.