“How many sheep can you see?” asks mum.
“1, 2, 3, 4… Five!”
Little feet follow bigger feet along a muddy, brown track. It winds through emerald fields, full of sheep and passed stinging nettles. To the treasured waterfall, where silver droplets cascade from towering white limestone cliffs, like diamonds spilling from a pirate’s hands.
Steps have been built to the left-hand side.
Little feet follow bigger feet up the steps, and a little voice starts to count,”1, 2, 3, 4…”
On and on to a hundred and twenty-one.
Then the little voice says, “Mummy. I’m tired you finish counting.”