Thinking process

After visiting my father this morning, I took my zoomy lens for a wander and a ponder along Portobello beach.

Tricky times we're having. Dad's dementia doesn't let him remember that mum was taken into hospital earlier this week. He worries constantly about where she is, and reassurances can only work for a few minutes at a time.

Although I don't have a yellow jacket, and I'm a lot older than this lass, I think it might be a kind of selfie by proxy.