Twins

Our family has one car between five of us.  Nigel and I share one and our children, settled in the hearts of London and Edinburgh, find it more effective to use feet, bikes and buses.

Our low number of petrol-guzzlers is a source of green pride to us.  But recently it has delayed us getting to see our children.  We last saw Perran and Carenza at the start of February, and Pascoe in March.  

Unlike our offspring in their city flats, we have a garden which would be perfect for an outdoor, socially-distanced rendez-vous.  However, the children can only get here via public transport, which is still best avoided if you don’t need to use it to get to work.

However, we finally hit on a plan.  It wasn’t perfect and it didn’t include Pascoe, far away in Edinburgh. 

We drove.  Perran & Carenza took an Uber.

We met in Epping Forest, which was in itself overwhelmingly beautiful – massive old trees canopying acres of dappled woodland.  I kept expecting Errol Flynn or Kevin Costner to jump out from behind a tree dressed in Lincoln green. 

We spent several hours strolling and picnicking.

Apart from missing Pascoe, it was heaven.

Maybe one day we will even be able to hug.