Timing
Red grouse (Lagapus lagapus scoticus)Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons
My parents’ wedding anniversary was 16th April. One year, when I was about seven years old, they were having a small party to celebrate and I piped up with, ‘They were married on 16th April, and I was born two days later.’ This caused some mirth, which I didn’t understand at the time.
It was my second youngest grandson’s birthday on Sunday. Charlie is now nine years old. Our wedding anniversary is the day after his birthday. I don’t think he’s likely to make a similar observation.
August 12th is the beginning of the grouse shooting season, but, as Barry is not a shooting man, the date completely passes him by. It’s only been fifty-seven years, though, so there’s still time for the date to lodge in his brain.
Before we were married, we did once eat a grouse, or maybe it was a pheasant, that he had shot. That was the only time, and I remember little of it other than the lead shot still inside the bird.
I watched some of the Olympic shooting. That’s all about timing, too. I noticed that many of the competitors were left-handed, but I don’t recall the archers being other than right-handed. Some say it’s an advantage, while others dismiss it. I am just simply impressed by all the Olympian athletes and everything they’ve had to do to achieve Olympic standing.
I’ve just seen a lovely sight. The Chinese weight-lifting gold medallist, Li Wenwen, pulled her coach onto the stage and picked him up. That was such a delightful thing to see, and they were both so, so happy.