On a cold day in February, my feet took me to Lancaster. Williamson Park was my first destination, as my heart yearned to see trees and hear birds singing. As the sun gently rose to caress the mossy trees, I could see a young man climbing one of them. He did so with the agility of a feline, without hesitation or trembling. As he reached the top of the tall beech tree, I stole this glimpse for people to remember Robin of Lancaster.