Our evening walk is never without a boat or two to look at . I have never had the opportunity to be a boaty person but there is something in me that loves to see boats all moored up and safe in their safe harbour.

Just for a moment, last night, the clouds, heavy with imminent rainfall, parted and let a shaft of setting sunshine illuminate these boats. A golden moment at the end of a day that has been filled with small and large golden moments. Chores achieved, chatter and cake. We went to a garden party, birthday celebration. The sort of party where guests contribute food to supplement the host’s main contribution. A glorious home-made version of an all-you-can-eat buffet. Conversations at this type of event are also as random and delightful as the food. Some are somewhat deep and others are fleeting and joyful, mirth making. Leaving you/me wanting more and chuckling randomly later. An all-you-can-talk-about conversational buffet.

Both the food buffet and the conversation buffet within a comfortable community, felt like a human safe harbour, a good place to be.