Icarus @ 59 # 60

Ooh, post 60 of 365, the number 60 looms like a ghost in the shadows but never mind, I am sure there will be a beacon guiding me. Actually if I am honest there has been a beacon guiding me all my life. I don't really consider myself as having done anything to deserve the life I have or indeed have experienced thus far but there is a light somewhere that draws me through. But I am kidding, 60 is just a number (a big one I will admit) but yesterday something wonderful happened and that wonderful things continue to happen, almost daily, is an optimists road. My Dad, age 85, txt me, thanking me for sending his Kindle. Can you credit it, this is man who didn't read books three years ago and now he is texting about a Kindle. I tip my hat. And its great that along with my BiL I can load him up with books. This picture is the lighthouse in Newhaven Harbour and the sea is the Firth of Forth - I took it last year and if you were standing at the end and looked to the right, from this point you would be able to see Fife. I only say this because I am going back this year to the same spot at the same time and I am looking forward to it. But here is a coincidence, I was walking along this strip, taking pictures and listening to my iPod at the same time, whilst waiting on a couple of dear friends of mine. I was so pre-occupied with the camera and the music in my ears, that when the man walking towards me held his arms out for a hug I was, well, as I said to his daughter, later, I thought I had pulled. Then I realised they had come early - not sure if I was disappointed or relieved. Isn't it odd though that I didn't recognise one of my best friends until he was almost right on top of me, so to speak. Anyway, next time I visit this spot will be the time for another post - watch this space (do I say that a lot - goodness I have many spaces to fill). He would have approved of me listening to this as he approached (we have come a long way) - ooh but I could listen to this song a long time and I have it in the car - but isn't this a laugh, its The Rolling Stones looking like The New York Dolls; life imitates art more than art imitates life, said Oscar Wilde in 1889 (yow, what would he have made of Sochi - and so the tables turn and stories run):