Opened the blind this morning to two fishing boats heading out to the North Sea across the front of the May. The sun was rising and the whole sea was iridescent as those two black shapes crossed it. It was a beautiful scene. As was last night when me and T walked up the old pier and looked up. Not a cloud sat in the night sky, whole nebula and galaxies visible easily. On turning the village lights twinkled in the night, the high tide still as the lights reflected.
The Earth is old, and looking at this pier, walking on it in the dark you would guess it was just as old going by its ramshackleness. The volcanoes spring forth Pangea, Gondwanaland, the dinosaurs and Cellardyke harbour. The oil rigs and ships on the Forth as well as the numerous lights on the North Berwick side are more plentiful than they used to be. I am not accustomed to that part of the view. That bit feels new. The rest, the stars, the sea, the smell, all is as familiar as home, and feels youthful to me despite its age. This is the part I miss. I didn’t see one person last night, which was exactly how I like it. Did see about 41 rabbits though.