One by one the thresholds approach. The gap in the hedge, the bar of sunlight across a field, the sound of a distant car. When I reach them, I will pause and consider the way to go. Shall we go back, Daisy? Shall we step forward – and into what? And what shall we take with us as we go? So many questions, here, at the edge of what is known. But Daisy is already so far ahead. Look! Her little legs are flying. She is cutting a path right through the heart of things. The hedge, the sunlight, the sound of the traffic. Me.