We have two grandchildren at school now and on three days of the week we collect them from school.

I find it so amazing how they can be identical in some things but totally different in others.

The journey home from school is one of the things that is so different they are at the opposite ends of the spectrum.

Rory hates the journey home from school. He just wants to be home. He’s desperate for a wee but won’t admit it. He’s always desperate for food. He wants to be home to feed Harry the fish, draw a picture, build a jungle with his Lego and relax with The Gingerbread Man or Dangermouse on TV.

He hates chatting on his walk home and ignores every question put to him. The fact is he loves school so much. He puts everything into it and he exhaustshimself. And he is a boy. Irrespective of what all you gender equality people say, it does make a difference.

Walking is too long, tiring, painful and pointless. A car ride would be better. But if we could find a contraption that zapped him from school to home without any effort, that would be preferred and perfection.

We need a helicopter to pick him up from the school field and drop him in his back garden. That would bring a smile to his face. Or may be a hot air balloon, hang-glider or we could pick him up by drone.

He moaned and complained and bitched and whinged and to give him a rest Grandad carried him a little. But he had made a cob (bread roll to southerners) at school. It was warm and looked delicious and he enjoyed it and didn’t complain about it. He ate every crumb.

Talking of bread rolls, have you seen Peter Kay’s Warburton Bread TV advert?

Back on subject: On the other hand, Freya’s walk home from school is a major adventure based on her favourite books. She laughs and chats and is full of energy. She too has put everything into her school day which has inspired her to find adventure. But, then, she is a girl. Irrespective of what all you gender equality people say, it does make a difference.

The walk embraces the weather and the seasons to their fullness.

Yesterday was a delicious dull, grey day, filled with Autumn colours and mists. The adventure consisted of a detour to a small wooded area. There we searched for the Gruffalo and Big Bad Mouse. I think I saw the Gruffalo but Freya missed him. We then stepped into muddles and puddles as if we were stepping into “We’re Going On A Bear Hunt” as we tackled all sorts of terrain. We had to go through them as we couldn’t go under them or go over them.

The road we walk along is tree lined with beautiful huge, mature horse chestnut, oak, lime and probably 100 other trees. Each one cannot be ignored, it has to be danced round or used as a hiding place. Below them lay a thick golden carpet of leaves. And of course Freya insisted we each stroke the leaves of the holly bush to prove how brave and tough we were.

Next there is the five barred gate to climb to find the black sheep in the meadow and to look for Little Boy Blue asleep under the haystack. Then there’s the road to cross, when there’s no Big Bad Trolls about.

And, as in every brilliant story, we get to the Post Office where we buy rations of an ice cream, no matter the weather and the all important comic about Princesses.

It was a good job we picked up rations because there was a huge jungle to get through, next, if we were going to make it to the adventure playground before dusk. We kept a look out for Bagheera (black panther), Baloo the bear, Kaa the snake (python), King Louie (orang-utan), Shere Khan the tiger. But we only saw a ginger Tom cat. Although I thought we did see Raksha (mother wolf) and Akela (wolf) or where they really dogs being taken for a walk.

We had to make it across the massive expanse of open ground to get to the adventure playground, cautiously we looked skyward hopping not to be spotted by the blackbirds, sparrows or robins or bombing aeroplanes overhead.

Phew, we managed it. But now, just one last obstacle course, the adventure playground and we’d be on the last leg home. We swung up to the moon and collected a few stars, popping them into Freya’s pocket and then slid down the slide back to earth where we found huge beautiful mountains of golden leaves and had a leaf fight: Freya and Grandad throwing hundreds of Autumn leaves all over each other and then all over Mamma and George. Everyone screamed, with laughter.

Finally we had made it home.

There Freya quietly snuggled up to Grandad or Mamma on the settee watching a Disney Princess film on TV.

From this point onwards she hates chatting and ignores every question and every word you say to her. The fact is she loves school and her adventurous walk home. She puts absolutely everything into life. She has exhausted herself.

Both grandchildren are different and yet the same!