The Oilseed Crops are stunning at this time of year. Just a carpet of yellow. As we walk along the path I ponder the chances of being ambushed by a group of barbarians in giant banana costumes. Son wonders if this would be the perfect location for Pikachu to hide. As we walk along son suddenly asks “Why do I have dyslexia?” Son already knows the answer but it’s vagueness, it’s lack of clarity doesn’t sit well with his way…