Wriggler, sappy and into the rain.
1. There's that moment when a story twists in your hands and becomes its own self. 2. I've been pruning back the acer tree in the front garden, and there's the sharp fresh smell of the green branches as I bring them round to the compost heap. 3. When the rain begins falling steadily, first one child and then the other leaves the house for some time alone in the wet woods.