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Last weekend I went for a walk in the countryside near where we live with my two boys who are 13 & 15. At one point I mentioned how beautiful a particular field looked. The youngest said he thought fields were boring. They agreed they preferred woods.
I insisted I thought fields were beautiful but they carried on dissing fields, calling them dull and plain, and championing woods. I called them a pair of idiots and they started saying how I liked fields and calling me Field Boy.
This went on for the duration of the walk, but I couldn’t win them round. I drew this picture to commemorate the walk (we also saw a dog running in the stream. I didn’t actually go into the field). 
Anyway, a couple of times this week they called me Field Boy, but we kind of forgot about it. Then this morning I opened up my Instagram and noticed my newest follower.
The account had made quite a few posts
Followed several field-based accounts
Including this one, Fieldman.
They continue to post more field-based material
I love my children so much for their dedication to a joke. And lots of other reasons.
And, being totally honest, I’m not 100% sure it IS them, given how much work has gone into it.
Field names and stuff. #fields
I have a new twitter follower. I looked at the bio, who they’re following. Definitely my son’s work I thought, (following Shaun the Sheep and Fields of the Nephilim a dead giveaway). But it’s not him!
