Five of them. Four pairs of small feet, one very small passenger, and not a single person walking at the same pace.

The two older ones set the pace from the start, charging ahead through the ferns, completely in their element. Mum and Dad followed behind, baby in arms, laughing at something only they could hear. A family completely at ease with each other and with the woods around them.

We wandered, we explored, nobody stood still for long. Which is exactly how it should be.

These are the Crooks, and this is them, perfectly themselves, on a summer afternoon in the trees.