I had already heard the news and therefore was tranquil and even cheerful. Benedict Ambrose proposed that we take the river route to Mass, and I pulled out my phone to take photographs. After all, we do not know when we will pass that way again. It might be soon, but then again, it might not.
I took photos of the path, the Water of Leith, one of the lovely homes that banks on to the river, the bridge, the steps up to the Museum of Modern Art and the driveway to the road. I took a photo of a street sign and then of the church. I greeted the young Polish couple with whom we would later have lunch.
“Is your husband not coming?” asked my hostess.