We’d been getting along so well, my sons and I, exploring and laughing, picnicking and cavorting. All the best cliches of a family out and about on a perfect Spring day out in the parkland near to where we live.
And then we turned a corner.
‘Dad, it’s you!’ my six year-old yelped.
I looked up and saw, well, what I often see in the mirror on a weekend morning. A case of E-Tree phone home, perhaps?