I was swimming outdoors this afternoon at the David Lloyd Club. Pleasant though it was, it didn’t really compare with the stunning beauty of our hotel pool last week. And it was markedly colder too, unsurprisingly, since we are now in October and there is no longer any denying that it is autumn.
I also had a coffee there and was having a chat with Jennifer on the phone. I was talking to her about Doreen, whom she has met a few years ago, and what a lovely person she was, and how I will miss our chats. Suddenly there was a loud burst of birdsong right beside me; I looked up and saw a beautiful robin standing on the fence looking down at me, very bright against the blue sky. I tried to snap a photo of it but I was too late, it flew off.
Jennifer, who was still on the phone as I exclaimed about my encounter, told me that many people believe that seeing a robin close by means that a deceased loved one is near you. Could it have been my lovely friend? I don’t know. I hope so.
When I got home I looked up the symbolism of robins and apparently a visit from one means hope, renewal and rebirth. It symbolises new beginnings, new projects, and good things to come. And talking of new beginnings, Rachel had her baby, a little girl called Ferne, on Saturday morning.
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