It was a busy day, so much going on between here and there. Waking with my nieces, breakfast with my family in Stirling, down the hill for lunch at the pub, a Skype date with my Danish faves to do the weekend quiz, inadvertently napping and realising we were going to be late so hustling to get ready, and then this moment in the parklands as we were walking to dinner. The sky just on the way out and a kind of glow to everything. I stopped and held Reece’s hand to pause because a huge flock of birds flew over us, low, headed west at first, then a graceful arc as they rounded back and over the Botanic Gardens. Moving beautifully, each part of the whole, in time and purpose. I always wonder how they know, how their flight carries them all in one fell swoop.
This picture isn’t them. This picture is a moment just after them because instead of fumbling for my phone we just stood and watched. The nicest part about it all was a few wines later, dinner with a very dear, old friend and some pretty wonderful new ones. A couple of bottles of pinot gris, a last glass of sparkling and, somehow, on a Sunday, shots of ouzo to wash it all down with. The aniseed fresh but burning, a thud at my heart as it went down and the day closed in.