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We spent a few hours walking in Happy Valley. We ate our picnic, sat on a wooden bench, inspecting the clear, blue sky above Devilsden Wood, for birds and helicopters. The winter sun made us all squint.

Every dog is called Rufus at the moment, thanks to We’re Going On A Bear Hunt. So many sniffs, wags and happy barks in Happy Valley.

The Fox was full. We drove to BoxPark. Claire devoured the tastiest vegan meal she’s had since turning. Leigh and Chris spotted us, happy to be child-free for an afternoon. I shared Lebanese food with the boy.