Sunday constitutional

I was taking my Sunday constitutional, last weekend, at the Emmarentia Dam, just down the road from where we used to live, and on my way in to the Botanical Gardens, just over the dam wall where there is a little harbour and model lighthouse, I saw yachts – a dozen or two model yachts, racing each other in the autumn sunlight, while their owners/sailors watched from the shoreline, completely rapt and intent, and content to allow me to clamber around taking photographs.

Here are five images, taken hand-held with the little Leica, which I hope do something to capture that blissful stillness, that time out of time, when adults can be children, and play and unwind, and let the noisome world take care of itself. I will be taking my Sunday constitutional again, a little later.

And as I do so, Rob in Toronto will be checking her bags and her passport, saying goodbye to the house on Marchmount Road for the last time in who knows how long, and saying goodbye to the kids, big and small, and by the time I am in bed, sailing off into dreamland, she will be lifting into the skies and heading up the huge, brooding St Lawrence towards the Atlantic.