Customarily Sunday is devoted to a drive about the countryside, a reflection of the effulgence of rural residence. We have unwittingly adopted the idée fixe of the parochial mind. Though rainy weather is not an encouragement, neither does a trace of splatter impede the constitutional endeavour. In any event, for me the imperative is simply being behind the wheel, streaming along the smooth open highways, privately relishing the click of the mechanics, the squish of the parallel tires upon the shiny black road, and the interior impressions of the radio, the windshield wipers and multiple other operative functions illustrated on the dashboard.

In part, no doubt, the weekly custom is an alleviation of whatever containment obstructs activity; namely, habit, routine and laziness . Naturally the explorative exercise affords a lift from domestic drill – especially when we embrace a colourful jaunt along the Ivy Lea parkway. Seldom does the profit of the outing exceed a brief but appreciative acknowledgment. Its functional alignment with a motor vehicle rather inhibits any artistic amplification. Yet, as I say, the mere pleasure of driving a smooth vehicle is sufficient. Admittedly it is a modest achievement but it nonetheless gratifies me that I so happily confine my leisurely employment to one such paradigm only.

Meanwhile in a manner more flirtatious we occupy ourselves with speculative travel in the autumn approaching 1,200 Kms along the north and south shores of the St. Lawrence River as it widens into the Gulf of the St. Lawrence towards Gaspé and the North Atlantic Ocean. Remaining for the moment confined by design to national boundaries is nonetheless improving. This is particularly so because the destination is infrequent and novel.

Photo: Modelled on original by FStC

Upon returning home today from our standard circuitous affair, up and down Renfrew County, I instantly succumbed to that supreme luxury of weekend idleness – an afternoon nap. Unhesitatingly I concede this bit of soporific delight – helpfully adorned by today’s mist and drizzle – is Nature’s enduring answer to somnolence of any persuasion. I awoke fully stimulated after an hour’s retirement.

Photo: Alex Colville