Of course a simple walk is not enough and it morphed into a bear-hunting trip with us both having to flee for our lives at one point while being pursued by an angry grizzly who we had interrupted while he was having his porridge.
From there we moved on to searching for dragons. The forest became ‘The Magic Forest’.
We walked on finding ‘magic trees’, ‘magic pine cones’ and even ‘magic nettles’.
At one point my son then shot off excitedly on his own, pointed to the ground and proclaimed, ‘Look daddy, magic mushrooms! Shall we eat them?’
Um….I think we’re doing just fine without them.