Another day, another city view. After our day working outdoors - trying to make life easier for new parents - our grandson took us for a walk in the ancient woodland (technically this means at least 200 years old) behind his home. To be honest, he slept through all of it, but I hope the dappled light as evening fell informed his dreams

Later, his first full moon - I think it is the harvest moon - rose above the same wood. He missed that too, but I think one day he will sleep out under other moons to come. Last night was also his first (mini) eclipse, but we all missed that

He and I, cosseted by MrsM, spent a couple of hours together after supper, while his parents tried to catch up on sleep. Mostly he was peaceful but, if he stirred, singing - even my singing - soothed him; the lullaby principle. Why is that - why should a melody calm a child in that way, when they have barely had time to become used to sounds of any kind? The power of music is one of the strangest, least explicable, things in the human experience. Our B&B has vinyl records and a player; I played Pink Floyd, which calmed me. The songs are about madness and loss; maybe a bit soon to play them to the Wee One, as the poem on the poetry door in his home calls him