This was us looking at the route. Our 12 year old girls planned this trip to London. They insisted, disappointed that us mums hadn’t been about to take them to the recent climate action march in Guildford.
It was a day immersed in learning for them and us. They created their cardboard signs last night, whilst wattsaping each other.
They aren’t interested in fashion, makeup, gossip.
They sit in the back of our cars, as we take them to football training discussing politics, climate change, the tuck shop they are putting together.
When I was 12, I didn’t have too many worries about my future.
How about you?