1. The chickens all talk at once from their safe retreats: “there was a mink,” they call, “just there, just now”. Then later, as we pile bricks and stones to block the hole, they peck around us, relaxed and nosy once again.

2. Tiny silver bubbles decorate the damaged flesh.

3. We laugh about how there is a cluster of girls and a separate pair of boys but looking at the bigger picture, we’re all sat together really. Lily, Carla on my knee, me, B and John.