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 [...]

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