Taking a shortcut round the back of a department store my mother encountered a barn owl. This is not usual in Lowestoft. Returning her gaze as she stopped to look at it, the owl continued to look into her eyes whilst allowing her to stroke its head and back, and they exchanged a long moment of looking.
I’ve mentioned before that my mother is fond of saying angels come in all shapes and sizes. We all know they don’t necessarily have wings, but this one did, and was covered with downy feathers of unimaginable softness.
Angels are always unexpected.