Driving home from town, the highway (rather a grand identification for an ordinary road) curves round the coast. The afternoon is beautifully clear and the ocean has barely a ripple on it.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch a big splash out to sea, and quickly find a place to pull over. It’s whale season.

For the next ten minutes I sat and watched as a whale or two (it was hard to tell) played around, occasionally jumping, but appearing mostly to be hitting its fluke against the water.

A wonderful gift on a beautiful Friday evening.