I stopped and looked across the muddy stream up at the embankment rising above us. There were wooden steps placed into the slope but the bottom few and the little bridge that had once got you there had gone.
‘Are you sure this is the right way, daddy?’ my little girl asked.
‘Yes,’ I replied, ‘I’ll carry you across. Pick up Fluffy.’
She scooped up her little dog then I picked her up and carefully walked through the stream and up to the remaining steps. Setting them down, we carried on, though I was slowly regretting this afternoon walk.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/05/02/4-may-2018/ with thanks).