0. (from yesterday/last night) Lily and Strange snooze together on the sofa, then at bed time, dream alongside each other at the foot of the bed. It’s funny to remember the tension between them when Strange first came to live with us: they’re besties now.

1. Lily gets to eat her first cleavers – her favourite green – of the season. Later on the walk, we come across a pile of sticks, presumably gathered to be kindling for a campfire that didn’t happen. Lily selects a stick and carries it a couple of metres from the rest. I expect her to chew on it but no, she just wanted to move it away from the others.

2. I forgot how nice it is to travel westward across north Bradford at sunset: the dying light silhouetting the chimneys and steeples, and warming up the distance hills.

2b. The sliver of a moon bright against the sky.

3. G fixes C’s collar – without asking permission or explaining what she is doing. It is incredibly endearing.