I had woken up that morning full of high spirits and trundled down the stairs. My sister, however had not woken up so happy. We had had an argument about something. I strained my mind, trying to remember what it was about, but try as I might I couldn’t remember. My parents had sided with my sister, furious I had stormed out the cottage to go for a walk. A fresh wave of pain made me gasp and as I looked at my ankle I remembered my mother teaching me how to bandage ankles when I was younger. “Just in case” she had warned me. Well, now must be the case she had been talking about. Half an hour and a lot of pain later I stared down at my doggedly bandaged ankle, sighed and lay down on my back. Looking up at the dappled sunlight playing over the lush green leaves of the gnarled tree branches above me, the beauty took the edge of my pain away.