Moss

After listening to the geology talk last night I loved noticing how the moss has picked out the line of the grain of the rock here.

I find myself feeling rather sad about the death of Prince Philip today along with the overwhelming feeling of loss that has threaded throughout the past year. It makes me think of my own parents, that generation, a long and complex life with all that has come with it, remembering the rather bizarre complete veneration of him in Vanuatu, and the inconceivable loss of a partner of 73 years.