A man with way too much time on his hands has revealed how he derived great pleasure from stripping a twig of its bark - something he hasn't done since he was a kid.
The twig was found on the ground outside his house by Moys Kenwood, 56, who looked at it in wonder for a few seconds, the sight and the feel of its rough texture in his hands transporting him back to the 1970s, when he regularly stripped bark from random twigs he found lying on the ground at Springhead Park in Hull.
As the memory took shape deep inside his cranium, he started to pick at a small section of the bark with his thumbnail, and, as it came away, he felt the sap between his fingers, and the smooth wood revealed by the removal of this bark. He put it to his nostrils, and smelt the sensuous aroma, wallowing in the images it conjured up in his mind.
He remembered the green fields of his youth; coming home from playing football, covered in mud; the thwack of cricket ball on bat; climbing amongst the branches of trees in Monkey Woods; bike rides to Brantingham Dale and Weedley Springs on hot, summer days; and roaming around the park and the vast expanses of the fairways and rough of the Royal Springhead Municipal Golf Course.
Then the twig snapped, and he picked another one up.