Hideaway Strath Home, Home, I Love It So!

"Oh, it'll hold up," he told her confidently, refusing to let her see herself as disabled in a way. Whenever someone lacked something, they always made it up in something else. He just had to find out what that something else was. He went searching with his eyes around them. Even his own territory was sightly foreign to him, and he didn't recognize some of the landmarks. 

Finally, they reached a spot where the path grew quite peacefull looking. Sun shone through the leafy canopy overhead, despite it's thinning with the coming of autumn. "Why don't we look here?"