Christmas Day in the woods

La Calviniere, the woodland manoir owned by my wife's family, is a very special place. My wife's parents married there. We married there. I taught my son how to ride a bike there. And our city slicker children seem to lose their urban armour there and become younger in the process. I remember my son riding his bike up and down the lane towards the access road to the property and realising that halfway down the kilometre long track he was almost certainly as far away from another human being as he had ever been in his life. Last time the kids went there with their grandmother she let them go for a bike ride in the woods by themselves. Predictably, they got lost and after abandoning their bikes eventually found their way back after a couple of hours. I think that they will remember this (mis)adventure all their lives. It's a very special place.