Week sixteen brought bluer skies on our local walks. This was week four of lockdown, and we’d settled into our new routines. The sunshine helped, as did the longer evenings. Sunsets over the Forth. We were so grateful for our daily walks; these quiet moments in nature when we could briefly ‘pause’ the world beyond.
We usually walked together, but this was a solo walk to the harbour. The light was gorgeous. I was conscious of other people walking alone, pausing like me to take in the view, socially distanced. Wondering if they were simply alone, or perhaps lonely.
Week by week, new green life was creeping through these stretches of woodland at the lagoons. Every walk here signalling spring gathering pace around us.