We hadn’t planned to do much today. The weather was inclement, and (I later found out it wasn’t the case) Wolves were playing W.B.A.

After lunch we stepped out into the rain and, umbrellas in hand, made our way to the local second-hand shop. On our departure Freya saw two worms in a puddle by the steps to the shop. We carefully took them from their watery grave and placed them in the nearby grass.

For most of the remaining journey home Freya was taken by any further worms we found making their way over the footpath, and we helped two or three more to relative safety. All in all, over ten worms were sighted.

During our worm safari we passed a lake. Freya spotted some ducks paddling on the shore opposite, and it was then I remembered the bread Freya had stuffed in her nut box the evening before. Birds, bread and child can only mean one thing, excluding a chicken burger at mCdONALD,S: feeding the birds.

A simple afternoon’s browsing led to a very enjoyable adventure in the park. It’s interesting how easy it is to forget how much pleasure is obtainable from the most simple of experiences. Something that our bank account appreciates.

N.B. The fear of worms is known as vermiphobia