The house next door (in the garden)

It's not a sketch or a painting, but that's OK because I built it. This is the closest thing my son can get to having a tree house in our garden. Mostly made from old timber found and scrounged. He's decorated it with Doctor Who posters and sometimes has his tea in there. I have visited him occasionally but I tend to take up all the space!

Mummy's brave boy

Today he had an adventure. He took my hand and trusted me to lead him down 100 yards of a steep slope of loose dirt and stone on the South Downs, between the trees. I was proud of him. As he empted the dirt out of his trainers he told me it was fun and he wanted to do it again. I told him it reminded me of a time his mummy and I did the same thing on the isle of Symi - that was fun too!

Roots

Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.

-Captain Corelli's Mandolin