We went for a walk and on the way we shot a movie. Aria- who is six- came up with the script and played the hero, I was the wicked witch who gets turned into stone by a magic acorn and my son shot it all on his phone. Our walk took us down hill, through woods, to a private fishing lake with lots of notices around it to dishearten passers-by and a very big one- practically a billboard- with a list of all the very many things the fishermen aren't allowed to do. There is also this toilet- fishermen for the use of- with a combination lock on the door.
It would have made an excellent hovel for the wicked witch to have emerged from, but by this stage of the proceedings the movie had already wrapped.