I’ve shared a few stories now from this
pond, and usually in lovely light, but
Saturday offered a different mood as we
walked at the ash lagoons. It had been a
damp, grey and foggy day, a dreich day,
but we wanted to get out for some air.
This walk is so familiar now after all
these weeks, but it felt different again.
The air was heavy, as if we were walking
through a cloud, and the place was quiet
- quieter than it’s been for weeks. And
when we arrived at the pond, the swans
were there, floating in the haar.