Lost and found

It was cold and grey while the boys were at rugby training this morning.

As I was about to help George put his boots on, I realised I could only see one of them - and groaned when I thought of him swinging his boot bag around as we'd been walking to Hallhill.

While they were training, I retraced my steps along the route we'd walked. It came as no surprise that I was almost home again when I found the boot - which someone had thoughtfully placed on the wall.