DPP Day 4: Immortal Reflections

Today I. and I escaped our lovely flat to take a walk in an astonishingly lovely winter afternoon. Leith, which had seen a light snowfall earlier in the day, was exquisite in its golden evening glory (sunset is around 3.45 these days) and we walked down to the docks at the heart of its waterfront. It was not a brisk and energetic walk; we paused to enjoy the scenery and water, stopped to look at pub menus (and the menu for a Michelin restaurant just a half mile from our home), took some photos, and briefly visited a Christmas fair put on by a nearby hotel. Outdoors again, pausing to look at some of the poppy wreaths on a war memorial near the docks in a cobbled square, I noticed these tiny and elegant figures surrounding the memorial. My patient husband suffered through posing for this: as the meritorious deeds of these soldiers (however unglamorous) have been provided longevity in the memorial, and these tiny sculptures upon it, so too has this picture captured a moment in our lives and our marriage.