There might be Angels

An early rise for me to get the car in for a winter health check at 8am. Which at this time of year is 10 minutes before sunrise. Since retiring my getting up times have adjusted, I tend to get up when it’s getting light.

I was told the job would take an hour, so I went for a short walk. My route took me past the Golden Gates.

I like walking through a centre as it’s waking up. Some shutters on the shops being lifted, others still closed awhile, lights being switched on, some early arrivals having a quiet coffee, not many people around. And bizarrely overhead a buzzard gliding over whilst being mobbed by a very noisy herring gull. Extra - a mad hatters tea party, no coffee for them.

Fortunately Storm Barra had yet to arrive.