Generally I get up early and am out to walk the dog while the rest of Granton is still snoozing. I like those 45 minutes of quietness before the day begins. About 5.45 you can tell what the weather for the day will be by how loudly the dawn chorus sings. If it's unrepentantly joyful the day is going to be dry and fine, slightly uncertain - then the weather will be mixed and if silent ...then sure as God made little apples, it's going to bucket.
Today, despite early dampness, the feathered choir was in full voice and I dressed accordingly - no overcoat, just a jacket...the birds never let me down.
If only the rest of my day had been so certain.
A day full of unravelling threads and knots and obstacles. A day I'll be glad to see the end of.
Only one bright spot. The Partnership AGM. Apart from one sulky expression on the face of a fellow well noted for turbulent histrionics , everyone seemed to enjoy the event. A thoughtful meeting, reflecting on the lives of good companions who made a difference to Pilton by their actions and who sadly died this year - and looking towards a new future with neighbourhood partnerships, community councils and proportional representation. The one constant in life is change - if you don't count the birds, that is...
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