Grief is a funny bugger isn’t it?
I was walking by the marina earlier and noticed a circle of ripples suggesting that a cormorant had just dived under. Sure enough, after watching for a few moments I saw one bob up between the next row of boats and paddle around for a moment before dipping back out of site beneath the water.
It was the sort of thing that would have delighted Dad, and I felt a warm glow of connection to him that put an extra bounce in my step.