A walk with Elly

I walked with Elly, our two-year old granddaughter down the lane, over the stile then up the field to see the cows. In the wood next to the field there were wood anemones and celandines (see above) and the badgers had been doing their spring cleaning. There was a sandy trench-like track through the bluebell leaves from one sett that looked more like the route of a trial bike than the work of badgers.

I wondered what Elly might remember of episodes like this when she is older and I thought back to my own childhood and the few now almost enchanted memories of a world long gone when I was two.