Wheeling Gull Isle when life’s moving too fast, we can make this dream last

“Okie!” He all but screams and sprints off, giving himself ample room to make this jump.

He falls onto his tummy, plunges his bum skyward and kneads the ground with his little feet. He shimmies a few times then lurches into the air, his battle cry an exhilarated high-pitched squeal as he shoots right for the top of Daddy’s shoulders.

The impact swings his rump over to the other side but his arms coil around Caracal’s neck and prevent him from falling. He scrambles to fix the overcorrection, kicking up and planting himself firmly on top of his noble steed.

The success of his leap and the thrill of his mount momentarily allay the fear of leaving home!

“Giddyap Papa!” He howls between explosive giggles.