He squeezes her leg lightly and dives toward the Parklands. They level out just above the children's kites and every-so-often tree, gliding along the serene landscape with its fields of rolling emerald hills, picnics near interspersed ponds and six-legged-horse polo. When they come across a particularly large lake, Bill takes Amelia down to inches from the surface of the water, banking to skim his fingers across the unblemished blue body. All sorts of strange creatures are lurking below.