A gift of a morning, clear, clean light. A walk to and around Trowse meadows, noticing the lush scenery, meadow flowers, river reflections and myself as an angel.
A pilgrimage to family graves, a beach walk and an urban walk to a still standing great great grandparent’s house in Irvine, Ayrshire. Clouds rolled in from the Isle of Skye whilst we shared reminiscences of summer holidays spent here. A meloncholic, once was, walk.
A meander home through unfamiliar territory. Nondescript weather mirrors my mood. Noticing dragons, graffiti, urban shapes and patterns. A gift of a moment with a swan with eight sleeping cygnets. Inside this day.