I don’t know why I’ve stopped. It’s only a hat and I don’t need a hat. I have my own white one and I’d never wear a red hat. And it’s covered in mud. It’s not like a February day in 2020 at all. It’s like April, mild and raining all the time. Not hat weather. You can smell the bluebells, even in the rain.

Big Ben picks it up and puts it on his head. I can’t believe he did that.

‘You’ll get a disease and die,’ I say.

He just runs off. And I want to be in the zone again, so I run off too. We go all the way round the outside of the field. The cows ignore us.

Even though I’m sweaty from running, and in the zone, the rain’s so heavy it’s going through my clothes. I want to keep running because it feels good, but there are too many puddles to jump over. Even Bob Beamon wouldn’t want to jump over that many puddles. I tell Big Ben I want to go back. He turns round immediately. I always decide how long or far we’re going to run and he never argues. He’s still wearing the hat covered in mud and twigs. It makes him look like he has mini antlers, like a man-beast hybrid. I don’t tell him, though.

Mrs C Eckler is still standing outside, totally soaked. When she sees us, she puts her phone away. I think she likes the rain. Why else would she stand outside so long?

We’re in The Beanstalk kitchen. Like the café, there’s lots of light. It’s a large square, with white ovens all down one side. In the middle is a huge, square worktop covered with mixing bowls and ingredients. Season is making a birthday cake for the Leap Party. We’re making cupcakes that will decorate the main cake. The main cake will be made up of four cakes: a two, a zero, a four and an eight. As so many of us have a birthday today, they can’t put the right number of candles on, so it’s better to celebrate the year.