Yesterday I went to a concert at the University of York - part of their 'cello weekend'. The music (Beethoven, Faure, Saint-Saens) was wonderful and I enjoyed a lovely chat with an older lady sitting next to me who had bought a weekend ticket and was attending all the events (stamina!). She had also spent a month bed and breakfasting on her own around New Zealand last year...
Prior to the concert, as I was exploring the campus, a figure appeared close-by, on whom dozens of the water birds from the adjacent lake immediately converged. She led them away from the path (I learnt that all the paths around campus are adorned with piles of greenish bird poo) and began to feed them. I couldn't resist having a chat. She feeds them daily and the birds 'belong' to the university - they don't migrate. Amongst the many species there were snow geese (memories of Paul Gallico) and coots (the funniest little birds), neither of which I had seen before.
Events of different significance but equally great pleasure.
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