A stroll along the river while Jay rode ahead on his bike.
There is a late summer feeling in the air, while beneath our feet the ground is dry and yellowing despite the recent rain.
St. Andrews church in the distance chimes the hour and I take a photograph of its framed greenery. Wandering away from the town centre the noise of traffic and children diminishes and the silence of the river settles upon us.
We watch pink blossoms scatter in the shallow water, bobbing in and out of the sun’s reflections which dance and twinkle like fairy lights. The shadows of trees play on the surface creating intricate patterns and mingling with the stones on the riverbed.
The smooth relentless glide of the river seeps into my bones, slowing us to the languid pace I wish to hold and take home with me to calm busy days.