I must admit, I do quite like a good tramp through some heather.
There is the joy of that squelchy noise to warn you your feet are about to seep wet from that not-quite-visible bog; then something strangely ‘real’ feeling about getting scratches round the ankles.
And getting a sprig-gift from mother to daughter always makes me feel special. 😀 Made all the better for the perfect backdrop of the gurgling stream. I just love the peaceful babbling as it bustles past on its own business!