I like to know where I am in the world so yesterday I retraced my path to Beenleigh Ambulance Station, the place where I had been lost in the dark last week; as it happens I wasn’t very far off.

As you can see from the photographs, the sun was going down on my return journey but this time I reached home before dark. A cyclist of about twenty years old slowed down and passed by while I was taking the shots from the bridge. His head turned from left to right to observe the whole scene – the setting sun on the river, to bicycle against the railings, to me on the other side – and he smiled warmly as if to acknowledge that we were kindred spirits. Very sweet.