It was late autumn and we were spending a long weekend with a family we know well but don't see very often. On the Sunday we drove in convoy for an hour out from the center of town before finding a public footpath that looked promising. It was too chilly to sit still for long, so after a quick picnic in the church yard, we set off across the fields. The adults walked in pairs along a muddy tractor path and the women were soon well ahead. My friend and I lingered, taking in the landscape and talking about life in Birmingham and the exhibition that we had recently worked on together. The three children ran between the two groups jumping in all the puddles that they passed. Eventually the youngest child fell into a large puddle and we were forced to return to the cars. Before going home we had drinks and crisps in front of an open fire in the Tudor style village pub