My daughter, who is 18 lives with her mum in Canada, has done since she was 7. She flies over every year for a few weeks
I have only just realised that so little contact over the years means every word I have said to her is, as far as she is concerned, gospel.
There is a deer farm on the edge of my local riding woods. When she was much younger I would suggest that we could go and check on Father Christmas’s reindeer for him as a ruse to get her riding up the woods. Apparently she had a stand up argument with her mother when she was 13 about whether Father Christmas was real or not. All reason was dismissed because I had shown her his reindeer years previous.
When she was over this year we were taking a trip to Cornwall and going past Stonehenge as a result. I was telling her about lay lines and other nonsense stories of the area. Then I had Bill Bailey pop into my head with a favourite.
“Of course Little chefs were all built on lay lines in ancient times. The roads came later to link them all up.”