The path is gravelled, between the trees. The trees are maples and sycamores, and everything is shady and under the green canopy. The ground slopes up steeply to the right of the path, the ground is covered with leaves from last autumn. These are old brown leaves now, steadily turning into humus due to the action of insects and microbes.
The son is impatiently walking ahead, he is sympathetic to his father's shortness of breath. He himself does not suffer from this, so he strides ahead, his long red hair blowing in the breeze, to stop and to look back, and maybe wait a bit. He agrees that the woods in the park are very beautiful, but there is always this impatience.
Some time later, at the top of the steep part of the hill, there is a park bench.
Sit down, and look at the town below, still visible through all the foliage. There are the spires of the smaller church towers below, the big church tower is still taller than the hill. Even from this position it is necessary to look upwards to see the golden cross at the top.
Take a picture of a heart inscribed into a tree trunk. The son takes the camera, explain the function of the rangefinder to him.
He takes a picture of his father.
There is an incline now, a slope with cut grass on either side of the path. There are plenty of park benches here, but walk up to the fences around the small zoo. There is a large smelly pond with various water birds swimmin on the surface. On the surrounding grass there are crows, and choughs, and a few peacocks.
There is also a bench, sit there and observe the birds.
The peacocks have a loud call, a call that sound like "me yow". Not like a cat, and much louder.
The son starts to suffer from an allergic reaction to some plant or pollen nearby.
Move on, and take the circuitous path back into town.
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