What looked like a lesser spotted woodpecker that had been feeding on one of their bird feeders flew off as they opened their front door. I watched from my studio window as she, her son and then her husband stepped out into the rain. She wore a coat, her husband didn’t. And it was she who accompanied her son to the waiting taxi. And it was she who stood waving him and the taxi goodbye long after they had driven out of the old school gates.
