The short way home

That is not the way chosen by Young L.

Finished early enough this afternoon to get back from the hospital in time to go to the bank, and then to walk to the school and collect the lads from after school care. We then walked back to the apartment.

Mr H has eagle vision; for all sorts of wee treasures in odd places. Aside from that he walks reasonably briskly and directly. His younger brother (Young L) is distracted by his thoughts, or something in an abandoned building site, or exactly what I have no idea. We then wait for him to catch up. He also climbs behind, through or over obstacles that he creates by not sticking to the path.

Walking the boys home is never boring; or fast.

Taken on Great North Road.