The hectic pace of Auckland seems a million miles away as I idly watch a lone duck disappear around a bend in the river.
I'm in Hamilton to rediscover the walk that meanders through the city beside the Waikato River. I've spent many happy hours strolling here, and it's a pleasure to retrace these steps with family.
Thick trees lining a steep bank separate the path from the road above as we pass under the Fairfield Bridge towards Hamilton's northern suburbs. It's a crisp, sunny day and fellow walkers are out in force.
Over by the east bank, the occasional fish leaps clear of the current. It's so peaceful it's easy to forget that traffic roars by constantly overhead.
History lies around every bend of the Waikato River. Stretching for 425km from Mt Ruapehu to Port Waikato, it's New Zealand's longest and was a key source of food for early Maori.