I found myself in Kelling Heath and went down a long path to where I remembered a pond.
We stayed as a family in the holiday park there years ago when Alice was young.
Alice loved the park. The pond in those days had just been reworked and it was quite bare, just a hole filled with water and a few people fishing.
Finding that in the intervening years it had become a beautiful place made me both happy and sad, happy that not all that happens in the world is destructive or ugly even though it feels like that.
Overwhelmed with the beauty I wish Alice could have seen it like this and be inspired by it also.