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It was totally disgusting, but obviously a great trophy for our collie Jazz.
He and Carys had been exploring the rocks at the beach at A’Chleit and I thought they were on the trail of an otter.
They didn’t find the otter, but Jazz found his discarded manky lunch in the form of a smelly fish.
He was most reluctant to part with his prize, but conceded in the end. I had no problem socially distancing from him until we had attended to his personal hygiene.
Isn’t it strange how one thing that can delight one can be a complete anathema to another.
The things in which I take pleasure may be a mystery to you and vice versa. But we may still enjoy each other’s company.
As we come carefully and cautiously out of lockdown, it is interesting to find the things on which we differ.
Some folk loved the slow pace of life during lockdown, while others missed the buzz and the busyness.
Some liked the fact diaries were devoid of meetings, while others missed the order appointments brought to life.
Some loved the quietness, while others hated the loneliness.
Some welcome the influx of tourists, while others worry about a second spike of the deadly virus.
However, whatever our thoughts, we have learned more about ourselves, about our ability to cope, about our interconnectedness, about the fact we are all equal.
We have our differences, and always will. I will never find pleasure in a rotting fish, but then Jazz wouldn’t thank me for a dram.
So as the French would wisely say: ‘Vive la difference.’