This is Tigger running down the tree he climbs right up to the first forked branch.
I didn't get pictures yesterday, when he and his sister, Trubel, insisted I come for a walk with them, as they wanted to explore the park behind our house, and apparently felt safer if I went with them.
A lad threw a frisbee and realised too late that it was heading towards Trubel. She took the safest and fastest route home through a tangle of undergrowth. When Tigger and I got back she was composedly inspecting insects in our garden.
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.
What is the most random school memory you have?
