What a day. Blue skies, low angled autumn sunlight, perfect for filming.
Which is what we were doing. Both together on a job out filming in Anfield this morning, then the city, then Huskisson Street. Which suddenly breaks down. Someone doesn’t turn up. Someone else pulls out. So come early this afternoon our filming for the day is done, work prematurely over.
What shall we do? Find some other work to be done or go to Plot 44, Sarah’s allotment?
Well, time is always precious, but on such a day it seems doubly so. So in true ‘What would you do if you had a year to live?‘ mode, we go to the allotment.
They are here all the time. Watching the feral cats who come just after we go to eat the food Sarah leaves for them. Watching too the family of robins who appear from their nest at the Far End. And watching the fox, greying and shy, who gracefully shares the space while we’re not using it. The Watchers see everything.
And for us now?
Time passes on a glorious afternoon. Time retrieved from working. And who knows where the time goes?
“Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving, but how can they know it’s time for them to go?”