Moments with Mum

We’re lying in a hammock strung over a bubbling brook of pure, crystal-clear mountain water. Without pause, the water flows underneath us, streaming down from the Tweed Valley. Around us, saplings shimmer in the sunlight, striving to reach the canopy of thick rainforest trees above. Autumnal oranges, reds and greens blur into one colour as we swing together in the breeze. Blue sky peeks through the leaves and we laugh as the birds sing melodies over the creek’s gushing stream.

I turn to look at my mum