Travelling home from work this morning I was almost hypnotised by the sky. It was big. It was red. It was gold. It was crying out to be photographed.
Impatient for the journey to end, when it did I rushed indoors, festooned myself with cameras (two actually), and hastened out again.
But alas, too late. This time of the day the sky seems to change minute by minute and by the time I arrived at a reasonable vantage point most of the grandeur had passed.
Fired off a couple of shots but none of them do justice to the spectacle I’d witnessed just a short while before.
The village in which I live is a bit of a curious one in that most of the residents prefer to keep themselves to themselves (or perhaps its just me!).
Consequently, although I know and am on quite good terms with the neighbours either side, that’s about it really. Don’t know anyone else there (and I’ve been there nearly a decade now), they don’t know me, and conversation never happens.
I don’t have a problem with that.
So, scurrying along to catch the sunrise I pass a young lady walking her pair of dogs. Seen her before on a couple of occasions and exchanged nods sorta thing.
Having passed her, I hear an “Excuse me” and, ever polite, I stop mid-step and turn around, looking askance.
“Don’t know if you’re interested” she says, “but there’s a pair of barn owls at the end of the lane.”
“Oh great, thanks” say I, and we proceed on our respective journeys.
Must have spotted the cameras and assumed… well… dunno really.
Didn’t actually manage to spot the barn owls. Almost certainly too preoccupied with the sky.
But in some curious way I was truly touched by her gesture. That she had made a point of stopping and mentioning the owls to me, a complete stranger, seemed to me an incredibly kind thing to do.
So mystery lady with the dogs, whoever you are, thankyou!