I’ve seen quite a bit of the world. In the short time I’ve been writing here I’ve taken you with me to India, Thailand, the Caribbean and across Europe.
Today was a typical English summer’s day. Warm and breezy with the sun peeping out from behind a scattering of fluffy white clouds. It’s on days like this that I travel the short distance from my home down to the seashore or up into the hills. There I can be alone with my thoughts and at one with Mother Nature.
This morning climbed up the path to the top of the hill overlooking the bustling town below. There was hardly a soul there. The occasional hiker and a few people exercising their dogs.
I stood on one spot for a minute or two and looked for a while in each direction. Up there with just the panorama for company I looked out over the undulating patchwork of green and gold fields speckled with woolly white downland sheep and punctuated by sturdy trees.
And I thought to myself how blessed I am to have all this just minutes away. I thought to myself that there is nowhere in the world I’d rather have been right then. Nowhere.