A beautiful morning at Haddo

I stopped off at Formartine's car park this morning and took a wee stroll into the beautiful grounds of Haddo House. It was a glorious spring morning, with no-one around save me, a couple of geese, several ducks and a swan, and lots of birds - all singing their hearts out. One of those almost perfect moments when your soul sings and it's so good to be alive and warm in the sun.

Ironically at that same point in time not too far away my dear brother-in-law's heart finally gave in and made my hubby's sister a widow. So tonight it's still good to be alive but my heart is heavy and the joyous feelings of the morning have vanished.