Grandchildren

On Saturday we went up to Angus to visit Son and family, which was lovely. The weather was beautiful. 

The children played in the big playpark not too far from where they live and then we went back to their house. 

This is the view from their garden in one direction. It's very peaceful. If only it weren't such a trail to get there from here.

Medium Granddaughter, who's a dear little thing, is very good at swinging from the monkey bars in their garden. She's strong and light - an excellent combination. 

On Sunday - also a sunny day - we walked in the local park with the Edinburgh Two and their parents. That was very nice too.

And today we were back up at Son's, looking after Small Grandson while Son worked on the backlog of work paperwork that has built up. 

We went to Dundee Botanic gardens. Small Grandson likes the fish in the glasshouse ponds. 

This is another view over their garden today, when it was sunny but rather chilly. 

This is all very mundane - though pleasant for us. But there seem to be so many things to worry about at the moment that I feel a constant sinking of the heart - Ukraine, Syria, Afghanistan. Poor Ukraine. I taught a very nice Ukrainian student long ago. She was clever and wanted to do medicine, but hadn't been here very long and her written English wasn't good enough for her to get the requisite grade in Higher English. I always wondered what happened to her. I hope she managed to fulfil her potential in some way or another. She'd be in her 30s now. 

And, closer to home, various family members are moving/trying to move/thinking of moving house. No huge problems compared to those on other sides of the world, but - always something to think about in the stilly watches of the night.