The last day of the shortest month. I’m first to arrive, and admire the pair of sphinxes by the gatehouse, though one is sadly headless. – As in January there are five of us, plus the two dogs, but this month all on the same afternoon; eventually, at any rate. After Alice, Andrew and I have strolled and sat and sheltered from the rain for a couple of hours and are about to leave, Grazyna and Alexander arrive with the bounding deerhound, and we stay for the best part of another hour, chatting about the Borders, and about the textile designer Bernat Klein who has lived there for many years – I haven’t come across him or his work, but he’s a shared point of reference for the others.
Few changes I can see from last month in the garden – no shoots and few buds – but the light is stronger, and it’s a little warmer. Rehearsals are progressing but it’s a while till opening night.
We watch a band of clouds move in from the west and pass over, making a rainbow in the firth as they do so. I follow a bird as it flies over the garden into a tree, about magpie-sized and with long tail feathers, but the colours are all wrong. Perhaps a kestrel?
Looking in the water Andrew spots something, clambers down and pulls out two labels with drawings Alice had made last month. Despite their immersion they are intact, and I photograph them on the rock where he left them, having not seen them to do so last month.
By the time we reach Davidsons Mains the café is about to close, so we warm ourselves by the fire at Ye Olde Inn instead; beer and chips rather than tea and cakes.