Where are the bees ?

A walk round the shore tonight after our meal and back through the park . I love this lime tree and in past years the sounds of the bees could be heard some distance from the tree . Not so tonight. Perhaps they have moved on due to the flowers fading.
As we turned on to the shore path , we bumped into a couple standing by the big willow tree taking a selfie by the water. They had come to the village for a walk by the shore and as the path there is narrow and ovegrown I ended up walking with the lady and J walked on with the young man.
She told me she was from the island of Harris and her mother lived accross from the cottage we stayed in at Rodel on our holiday last year.
She explained that her mother had gone for a respite visit to the local care home and on her return, the local members of the family having tried to support her at home , had decided it wasn't possible. She is travelling back to Harris on Monday to care for her Mum and accompany her as she moves in to the care home permanently.
She was in such distress and full of wine. I realised how distressed I was too and understood why she was drinking on her walk along the Clyde on this lovely evening remembering her island home , fearful for her Mum, and wishing impossible things. My heart went out to her.
I am glad we didn't brush past them on this overgrown path with the pink of the rosebay willow herb towering above us as we walked .
We chatted until we arrived at the station where she gave me a warm hug and I found myself choking back tears for her sadness and my own.
And I'm grateful that I met her and could listen to her story.