About four o’clock, Tom admitted he had to get out of the house.
“He gets cabin fever if he’s cooped up too long,” Cliff explained.
“It looks like it’s brightened up out there; do you two want to come for a walk with us?” Tom asked Mark and me.
Mark looked at me, and I nodded.
“Thanks. A walk will do us good,” Mark said.
As we walked along a footpath that wound its way through a field, I said, “It looks so bare now the crop has been harvested.”
“You should see it in the spring, or better still, during the summer months.”
“Why don’t we walk up Halter’s Hill and watch the sunset?” Tom suggested.
There was general agreement, so at the next intersection in the network of footpaths that seemed to span the area, we veered to our right. The path soon became steeper as we ascended the hil
