Each Moleta in that small boat is the centre of their own universe, with all of the complexity of action and relation and hope that each of us carries around in our heads. For that instant though, they were likely quite universally, collaboratively captivated by the excitement of where they have come from or are going to, and the thrill of being all together in the boat on a sunny day with the water gently lapping and ordinary labour set aside for the duration.

This piece of moving image is some evidence that my Master’s degree development has infiltrated my leisure time. I was going to just take some photographs, but I was instead utterly captivated by those stampeding horses of tumbling water.

When I was a child, I’m told, I had an invisible friend I called ‘Geoffrey Lion’. I have no memory now about what Geoffrey looked like, but it might have been an early indication of my particularly vivid imagination.