Solitude and togetherness.
Friday was a good day. Sunny, plus 27 C. I used this "window of opportunity" (we are troubled by English weather lately) to do a bit of kayaking. My son dropped me in Devon, and, not without certain hesitation, as North Saskatchewan River was rather high, I launched my kayak. It took me a few minutes to relax. The river was in fact faster than usual but at no point I was in any danger. Normally quite busy with kayaks and canoes, the river was empty on that day. I had "her" (Polish word "rzeka" is female) all for myself. This, I guess, would be one of the privileges of retirement - opportunity to kayak on weekdays. It was only after two hours on the river that I encountered a fellow female kayak-er. She was also kayaking alone as her husband, in her words, was a "wuss." Because the river was quite fast, I barely had to do any paddling. I let the river do the job. Being alone, I didn't have to keep up with anybody. I could enjoy the quiet, ...