What a lovely day we had yesterday! It was St Andrew’s Day, the only compulsory public holiday Ross gets. The sun was shining and everything was sparkling.
We drove over to Tentsmuir, the forest by the sea. Last time we went there, everything was grey: the sea, the sand, the sky. Yesterday, as we walked through the dunes to the sea we were surrounded by cold, clear colours: bright blue pools of water among the sand and maram grasses; orange berries on the scrubby bushes; pale, shining sand and sliver, blue and white waves rolling into shore in the sunlight. We explored the ice on a puddle with Daniel, throwing up the fragile sheets and watching them shatter. He ran around on the sand. I found a grey conch shell. Ross and Daniel chased a ball. It was warm in the sun.
In the afternoon Daniel slept and I made a chocolate cake. When he woke up we put a candle on it and let him blow it out – again and again. So now we have photos of Daniel blowing out a candle on a cake and we’ll probably never quite remember if it was his first birthday or not.