Early Saturday morning at "Riverbend" with a bowl of porridge and a cup of tea on the jetty. And only myself for company. Heaven on earth. Hell is other people, said Jean-Paul Satre.
I seem to remember from last night's television news that there are troubles in the world, that those millions of idiots who voted an idiot into the White House are having second thoughts, and that Bunnings have sold out of jerry cans to store petrol in, but it all seems irrelevant and even unreal as I sit here and watch the ebb and flow of the river.
Two canoists come paddling up the river. A short 'Hello!', then silence again. It's taken me all of thirty-three years to appreciate how special this place is, but I think I've got it now. Time for another cup of tea.
