Meeting Liv

Today’s title bears no relation to the blip. Meeting Liv, and holding her, was the most significant thing that’s happened to us both for a very long time, and it was magical.
The blip is the MacQuisten Bridge that I referred to a couple of days ago. I passed again today on the way to Newlands Post Office and noticed these flowers, probably a weed, artistically weaving around one of the granite pillars.
A productive fox watching evening (a bit too dark to photograph), all five cubs appeared, one of the adults, and whilst I was waiting I wandered down to the river and saw the kingfisher.