I have emerged from the wonderful deluge of family into my old world of a 6 am walk, albeit it in a state of deep bereft. The amazing light welcomed me back and gave me a view of the northern end of Potato Point beach that I have never seen before. The tide was low and the light that beautiful golden-pink, which seems to have a dimension of its own. I walked through shallow waves way beyond what usually requires a rock clamber and looked back on a world of mossy green rocks illuminated by the morning glow. This is not really a compensation for the absence of my four grandchildren and my four children and their partners, but it offers some delight in a world without my mob.