Slowness has many merits. The deliberate attempt to experience each moment fully takes a degree of concentration that we are not familiar with as we rush through our busy days.
My belle-mère and I sauntered down to Clements, picked up a couple of cappuccinos and strolled round to the local park. Sitting in the evening sun, I had to lend J my sunglasses as the sun’s rays were low on the horizon. Young children teetered about the grass shepherded by their parents. One youngster was ignoring the fancy toy car, but his dad continued to operate the radio controls.
As we left the park, at a gentle pace of course, infants on bicycles overtook us on the downhill slope, one with stabilisers and one without. Their excitement was enjoyable, but we remained sedate and continued with our homeward stroll.