17. I charm the birds and the bees, the flowers and the trees [Bolton Abbey, Yorkshire Dales]

‘That boy can smile, can’t he?’
I’m changing Milo’s nappy and he’s lying on the mat kicking his chubby little legs. He spots the woman behind me and turns on a hi-beam smile.
‘Aye, he’s a charmer.’
This boy’s smile can light up a room. Heck, his smile could light up a muddy field. I don’t quite know [...]

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