My Mother’s Day treat was to go for a family hike along a local river, searching for ‘The Rock’. There is a huge rock, covered with fossils, lying within the riverbed. Large enough for our family of four to picnic on, we haven’t been to visit for several years. To access the river proper, we ford a brook – and its damp shores are smothered in marsh flowers. The Rock was not to be accessed this year – the water level was too high. But the hike was lovely – and the serenity of Nature at her best drew out this little verse. Isn’t our world magnificent?