It wasn’t just me:
Being like William
What’s it like to see people on horses for the first time, to be on a windy hill and see cows scattered throughout for the first time?
Picking up pebbles and examining each one large or very, very small as if for the first time. Stamping in puddles, moving from one to the next and splashing in each one as if it was the first one.
Spending an hour on Firle Beacon not managing to be more than a five minute walk from the car because there are so many pebbles to pick up, puddles to splash in and a lot of grass to pluck and watch the wind carry away, while we the oldies also watch the grass and sense his future before him.