Sunshine after the gloomiest week ever. I take a stroll along the sands at Tentsmuir – everything glows.
People laugh and hold hands. Faces look up. There are lots of men in lurid bobble hats carrying babies in slings – a new breed. And fluffy puppy dogs seem to know me.
It’s sooooo good walking back through the forest – in the afternoon light.
There are new shades of beautiful when the light dies – the subtle colour of leaves melting into moss.