‘Innit? Can you believe how beautiful they are?’
I can’t. I wonder if I’m dreaming.
‘My first thought when I heard about ‘em. Yet here they are.’
We know about them from old folk tales. We didn’t believe in them any more than we did in air-conditioning. Typical Kit, nobody else would risk his life to prove the veracity of a rumour.
We marvel at the trees for a minute but we both know that the sun will fry us if we don’t seek shelter.
‘Kit,’ I say, ‘look at all that shade.’
‘Wanna risk it?’