I remember this Heraclitus quote because my dad wrote it in the visitor book at the end of a seaside holiday. Only he wrote it in ancient Greek. He was a classics teacher you see.
It has lodged in my mind since.
This is a waterfall on the Fife coast. It emerges from limestone – the remains of a prehistoric seabed – and creates interesting encrustations as it splashes towards the shore.
The rocks are cushioned with great, soft, spongey looking mosses. The cool air is an ancient, chlorophyll-green haze.
Every so often a Scotrail train rattles past to bring us back to the present.