I stayed up late last night, way past my bedtime to see out my 6th decade.
I used to play golf before I went off to UCS to study photography and I still find the spring lushness and azaleas of Augusta National awe inspiring. So Mrs O elected to knit and watch telly in her study-cum-creative space and I hunkered down in the parlour with a bottle of Quinta do Vesuvio 1996, a huge chunk of Mrs O’s Dundee cake and a slab of Parmigiano Reggiano and watched the last round unfold.
So wonderful to see new talent coming through the field and so calm and unassuming.
I saw the winning put go in and was in bed by 23:58 so that meant I was out a tad late on my bike this morning and just as well really. As I got onto the river path at Riverside road, there in all the glory of a spring morning, fairy mist on the water and glistening in the sunlight was a male Kingfisher going about it’s business. It stayed ahead of me by just a few yards as I cycled upstream then it was off beyond the Intercity London-Norwich line and I cycled back home happy to have started my 7th decade like this.
Marvellous.