Time passing - and much else besides

My father died in the early hours of this Sunday morning. My sister and I had been taking turns to sit with him in the previous days, and we sat with him again as the warmth left his body. He was 98 and ready to call it a day.

Later I went for a walk - down the path by the village shop to the community orchard (extra) and this lovely pond, over a rocky tor (extra) and back across the fields where I surprised three fleeing deer (extra). Away they went, as did he.