Trespassing

Jack whistled cheerfully as he strode along one of the woodland paths on his father’s estate. It’d be his estate one day, but he tried not to think about that. He was only twenty-two and nowhere near ready for that kind of responsibility and all the crap that went with it. His father, Gregory Hiddleston, was in the best of health and only in his forties himself, so it was easy for Jack to push it to the back of his mind. He’d worry about it when he absolutely had to, and not a moment before.

For now, he was enjoying the open space, the peace and quiet. It was a summer day so beautiful it was a cliché—the sky was blue, the sun bright and warm, sending beams of dappled light down onto him through the trees. Birds tweeted, called and sang, but otherwise there was silence. This part of the estate backed onto fields—also his father’s, but there was public access through them—and as such, was far from any roads, tracks or anything else that would shatter the peace. It truly was idyllic and Jack paused, closed his eyes and let his head loll back. The sunshine bathed his face, the heat divine on his skin. Pulling in deep breaths, he smiled. Scents of nature; leaves, trees, undergrowth and dirt, assaulted his nostrils, added to the feelings of contentment. It was impossible to be anything but happy and grateful for such a blessed life on a gorgeous day...