simont | At peace with myself

I hadn't quite been consciously aware that I wasn't at peace with myself, until this evening I suddenly became so. Partly because of the short impromptu punt excursion that randomly happened after pizza; cruising down the Cam with the water lapping inches away from you is still as relaxing as I remember it being years ago. But also, in large part, because the relaxed atmosphere of the punt trip started me thinking long thoughts and remembering habits of mind I hadn't used since the last time I was long-term single, and recovering the knack I had back then of enjoying it rather than just not minding it.

Now I feel calm and serene. Some part of my mind is strolling gently under a brightly moonlit sky, and enjoying the silence and cool breeze. And another part, I think, is still in the punt.

(Yes, all right, that's self-indulgent cryptic wibbling. But I don't do that very often these days, so bear with me :-)

Meanwhile in the real world … the cushions in punts are still as inadequate as I remember them being, and my arm muscles have certainly deteriorated since the last time I tried punting. I was very glad to hand over the pole to Colin as we passed Trinity bridge. I need to get fit again.