Frosty mornings led us into the amber forest with Jet and Perla, the air crisp and the paths scattered with dens that felt almost magical. Evenings drew us back to the warmth of a crackling log fire, the house a cosy haven against the winter chill. For Dylan, it was a time of belonging, joining local craft sessions, making decorations, and being welcomed into the village tribe as if he had always been part of it.