Before the end, they travelled to the gardens at Inverewe. When the highland rain stopped and the sun came out, they lifted their heads to find the rainbow.

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Two magnificent golden eagles on the wing, fledged and still growing, claimed the open sky, circling above the rhododendrons and ancient trees, carrying with them breathless hearts.

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They watched as the birds came in to land in a giant Canadian redwood and folded away their grandeur, disappearing amongst the bark and leaves.

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And in the grieving days that followed, earthbound and broken though she was, those eagles, in memory, still soared.