Early to mid March, the week before the
week when everything started to change
here in the UK. Only a handful of weeks
ago, yet different. There were a few
walks: first, a local stroll with
Harris, catching some late afternoon
light along the sea front; then a
second, again solo with Harris, up to
Inveresk village and along the River
Esk; and then a weekend walk at John
Muir below the gloomiest of skies, but
the sea was calm and beautiful.