"Of course," she said, "I'll call when I'm on my way."
When the doorbell went, half an hour later, I assumed it was my sister's friend. When K opened my door, she didn't let me voice my surprise. "Get your wellies," she said, "Get your camera. And get in the car."
It was golden hour, and she took us to a wood I haven't been to before. We parked up on the grass verge and walked. The light was perfect.
We went barefoot because the leafy ground was dry.