So there we were, sat on the riverbank on the most glorious afternoon of the year so far, just chilling out, having a picnic, watching clouds, enjoying good company.
Next to us was a group doing pretty much the same – little tray BBQ from the supermarket, a few beers, idle chat, lying on the grass. All around people were making the most of the beautiful weather. Just really simple pleasures on a sunny afternoon.
When we got up to go, our laid-back neighbours were still chatting and drinking away, but as we walked past I realised that they were the owners of the most enormous, bling-bling Bentley you’ve ever seen. Nice motor, fellas.
Everyone on the riverbank had been enjoying a bit of sunshine, friendship, and time out. I’ve revisted that happy memory all week. Those moments don’t cost anything, but they really are priceless. And the Bentley driver, who could have bought a far more upmarket experience, knew that too.
You don’t need to drive a Bentley to live a rich life.