The Ride

We've passed the last gate into the state forest. Sabina is on Tornado, and I'm leading them on foot. We chat that Tornado is a good boy, and about the forest and the trees. "There's my house", cries out Sabina when our house comes into view. "And there's Papa", she spots the man standing in front of the house, waving madly. "Hello Papa!". We ride further than last time, and Sabina is very sorry that we need to turn around.

On the way back, I suggest that maybe next time we will take a picnic lunch, and stop to eat, and Papa can join us by bike. Sabina is delighted. When we return home she runs inside and announces "Papa, we will take lunch and you come by bike".