Week fifteen was also week three of
lockdown, and this already feels so long
ago now. It was a week of local walks,
making the most of our one trip out every
day. It was a week when we found some
beautiful light at the pond at the ash
lagoons, and also when we did the same
walk below a heavy, moody sky. We walked
to Inveresk one evening and then back
along the River Esk, following the path
that winds along the riverside with its
trees spilling out over the water, as if
teetering on the edge. We had a stormy
walk along the sea front, the waves
crashing onto the shore. We found calm.
And there was snuggling, and some snoring…