Little boy lost

That was the cry this morning when I was on my usual route march. It was astonishing, somewhere on the hill a four year old had gone missing and before the police could get there a whole community of joggers and walkers alike had set up the call and spread the word all over the miles that the place covers. All calling out his name. He was found quite quickly a long, long way from where he was last seen and the police van and car were thankfully able to leave the scene as he was reunited with his folk.
I actually took a different little path to my usual one and twisted and turned, climbed and descended as I wended between all those beauteous trees and the coconut smelling gorse. I found a new 'best perch' ever. I took out my flask and book but then thought, 'what on earth am I doing reading pages of some literature when I have all this soul enriching nature before me to gaze upon'. Crows chased off a buzzard. I just wished Donald could have been with me.
I thought as I looked over yonder I could see Mr P tinkering with his boat, but Cap'n, I was mistaken, sir.
The shopping later, which is always orderly, was without incident and all the courteous customers were in no pushing hurry.