The last few days have had a distinctly melancholy edge to them. Tomorrow is the Dafter’s last day at primary school and we have all been a bit teary about leaving it. It’s a very loving school, set in the heart of the city with lovely mature trees and a grass playground. She’s been going there all her life, really: she went to visit her big brother’s class when she was 10 days old, and has been going there ever since, accompanying him once or twice a day, and then in her own right when she started nursery at 3 years old. This week has been full of prize-givings, the Leavers’ Assembly (very funny) the P7 Barbecue, and the bustle of making cards and wrapping presents for teachers and friends.
And Gay left yesterday, after a great visit. When I’m with her, I still feel the same sense of peace in her company as when we first met in 5th grade. She’s back home with her family now, and our house seems oddly empty.
The Scots have a very nice saying about beginnings and endings: “Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again”. I’m reminding myself that it really is a circular thing.
Here are two photos from trips that Gay & I took around the North-East of Scotland this June. Each one speaks to me of permanence and impermanence, and reminds me that there is beauty in both: