Ask any of my friends and they will confirm that I am not a morning person. I do not like to communicate before mid morning, and sometimes then reluctantly.
At present, however, I am doing some work in Paisley, which involves getting up very early and being on the 7AM ferry, this being the only way to avoid sitting in the M8 car park of the rush hour. I get into work just after 8 and have a while before anyone else is there to practice sociability so it is not so bad.
This morning it was not bad at all. A beautiful sunrise, porpoises rolling in the calm water, even the traffic was relatively light this morning.
Unusually, I had my camera…
They say the best things in life are free…
William tries out the theory outside our house;
Whilst Michaela sits at a bench doing pottery by head torch;
Moonlight over water.
Friends and family.
The wind blows where it pleases
Sometimes barely breathing
-hardly moving the tender grass
-bowing the trees like penitents
But no-one knows where it blows from
Or the place it now is heading
So it is with you, child of the Living God
So give yourself to the wild winds of the Spirit
Ride them like a Storm Petrel
Inches from a dancing sea
Held in the curl of creation
Full of the joy of it all
From John 3 7-9
This is Emily’s arty shot of me- looking appropriately messed up.
I have had a week of being ill- a rattling cough that keeps me awake all night- not helped by the fact that I am half way through fitting a bathroom so am living in dust.
I am just at the end of three nights with hardly any sleep. In fact last night, I went outside to watch the dawn around 6AM after a long night of wakefulness.
But there are compensations;
You walk down the drive and and picnic with your wife on the beach. Never was the old estuary so lovely than on a hazy Spring day;
Lovely moon rising yellow over the Clyde, black as a hunting cat. I should go to bed, but here I am taking photographs…