Perhaps they were strolling elegantly through the park on a first date.

Together but apart, no holding hands yet. The Tree Lady had fared way better than me as her Date had turned up, on time.

As the many branches below her legs would make buying shoes quite pricy, she had gone for the bare footbranch option, and despite this she walked tall and proud. Her hand outstretched as if beckoning her date to seize it and seal the deal.

I wished her all the best with her new beau, making a mental note that walking barefoot in the park was obviously back in again.