This, from @colinwalker, is what so many people miss about blogging at its best:
There is no truly right way to blog but there is a best way, one that connects our words to those of others, that shares as much as it borrows such that we are all the richer for it.
A rare moment
Yesterday morning, I did something I’ve never had the chance to do in the last eight years: I lay in bed for a while and just looked out of the window. The girls had been into our room, and Iris had, rather cheekily, opened the curtains. They were back playing quietly in their own room, so there was no rush for us to be up. There was nowhere we needed to (virtually) be. Nothing was pressing.
So, I lay there while my wife dozed, and watched seagulls soar in the thermals above the buildings around.
And it was good.
It’s World Osprey Week, as European ospreys start returning to their nests for the breeding season.
Now, can I post to micro.blog from Ulysses OK?
A digest of nature-centric reading (and viewing) to round out your weekend.
The Ernst Hagedorn coming into Shoreham Harbour this afternoon.
The uncomplicated way year ones express their joy in seeing their school friends over Teams is something we could all stand to learn from.
