The walk is familiar; so much so that it brings to mind a thousand little memories, like photographs in an album.

He remembers playing here, or walking along here to get to school. And he remembers the time - in this spot right here - when he'd had his ears boxed by his father for behaving badly.

Good times, really.

Tristran climbs up the small stony pathway that leads over a short hill and towards the familiar Thorn farm, where he hopes his family will be when he arrives.